As I was walking on Alberta Avenue a few weeks ago, I noticed that some snow sculptures were still standing from the Deep Freeze Festival. Those remaining shapes got me thinking of the beginnings of a new world, and made me ask the question: if I were to envision Alberta Avenue only in shape and sound, what would that look like ? . . . . .
If I were to speak of you in only shape and sound
I’d speak of you as barking dogs and kittens upside down
As angry voices, yelling voices, baby voices too
stutters, yelps and laughter bright
I’d speak as one creating the world again as new
I’d place into my stew.
the corner voices, pleading as they drown
Teardrop lights roll down your face—
spilling all around
I’d speak as one creating, the world again as new
these shapes and sounds fill up my song
and all rejoice of you.
February is a time of reflection for me. This is when I plan and ponder the upcoming year. As I walked on Alberta Avenue one evening, these were my thoughts.
The Ave We Could Have
I walk upon this winter path at night
Instead of stars, it’s lit by incandescent light
No noble moon, no pale nor mystery
Cement and stone define its history
No wildlife skitter across this barren path
Just castoff paper lay in frozen aftermath
I stand reflecting beside the tow away zone
And gaze into this future Ave unknown
A twinkling crystal ball, which makes the darkness fear
A journey now begun can take us anywhere.
This November we had a sudden dump of snow, after which, a hawk began to visit our yard and eat the birds coming to our feeder. Even though we live in the city, nature still sometimes exerts itself in very hostile ways.
Sparrows mob our birdfeeder,
brittle now with winter’s touch,
when into this idyllic scene
a hawk does suddenly careen
now one less sparrow to be seen,
a shadow in the light.
A King—he glides above his realm
this feather-laden banquet table
reminding me life’s story’s made
of blood and bone and marrow.