poetry and prose about place

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aromatic spring

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November 9, 2011 ‘Peltoma Lake’ Jane Tims



meadow aromatic


ozone lightning, late

waters cede, shoots

of cattail merge

end of day, end of June

fireflies, mosquito nights


lake-land meadow seeps

wetland meets nostril

marsh musk percolates

half sour, half sweet

methane ooze, decay


damp fiddleheads unfurl

bird beaks simmer

in duckweed soup

skin of salamander, frog

steeplebush, meadowsweet


angels crave human years, allow

their pores release, scent imitates

reek of sweat, of work

tears mingle with perfume

aftershave and powder




Oct. 9, 2011 ‘Reeds and reflection’ Jane Tims


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Written by jane tims

June 13, 2014 at 7:32 am

snippets of landscape – beaver lodges and beaver dams

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Everywhere along streams in New Brunswick there are dams and lodges the beaver have built.  The North American Beaver (Castor canadensis) is a clever engineer, building dams to create ponds as habitat.  The still, deep water provides safety from predators and enables the beaver to float branches and logs to be used as building materials and food.

a beaver pond near our cabin ... notice the two ducks on the shore to the left...

Unfortunately, the subsequent flooding of roads and other land means the beaver’s talents are not always appreciated. However, beaver dams help create and maintain wetlands, important for providing habitat for other animals and storage areas for water.



Bear Creek Meadow by Canoe


from the river

we portage

across the beaverdam

over poles and patted mud


to the quiet pond


and the bow

scoured by rocks

parts green


and our paddles

pitted by snags

spoon soup


dignity quiets our paddles

hushed voices heed

the diminishing echo


pliant as stems of pickerel weed

we honour the whisper

of wild rice

the edgewise touching

of nymphaea and nuphar

amphibian eyes

in the harbour-notch of lily pads


we are threaded by dragonflies

drawn by water striders

gathered in a cloak of water shield


oval pads a puzzle

part in silence

return to their places


no trace of our passing



Published as ‘Bear Creek Meadow by Canoe’, Canadian Stories 14 (79), 2011.

© Jane Tims  2011

Written by jane tims

April 9, 2012 at 7:36 am

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