Category Archives: Poetry

Hallows’ Eve

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I’m so looking forward to my first Hallows’ Eve since returning to Canada. Later today I’m going pumpkin and candy shopping. Should be a cacophony of sight, sound, and smell. So nice to be back. And my personal belongings from France will be delivered next week just before Hallows’ Eve. Love it when a plan comes together.

Already this autumn has been a delight of colours and woody earthy smells, with a good dose of intemperate weather. Was out early raking leaves, even though more were tumbling down in my wake. It looks so beautiful and comforting. Leaves falling like big orange flakes under an overcast sky. Swirls of leaves in the streets as the occasional cars passes. The early Saturday morning quiet before the world decides it wants to roll over and stretch awake.

Au revoir Cannes

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Well I’ve come to the end of my 16 years living in Cannes and France. Its been certainly been an interesting experience. So long and thanks for all the croissants.

Uncle Chauncey

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drops fall
to tongue as ground
mind bends as leaf
gardener’s hands
guide water and soil
clear many ways
clouds part
eyes clear soil dries
balance regained

For Steve S. who has been a supportive friend and colleague. No bugs, no spam, all heart.

Kiss Lips Goodbye

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Well spring is well under way here in Cannes. The long Easter weekend has come and gone. May is just around the corner with its many holidays, May Day, 1945 Armistice, Ascension, and Pentecôte. Almost one a week. Add to that the mayhem of the Cannes Film Festival (offical) and Monaco Grand Prix being held at the same time. The airports and roads will be chaos!

And after May, I say my final goodbyes to the French Riviera and move to Montreal, Canada for a new job; still writing code, still fighting junk email (spam). A return to my city of birth. Should prove very different. I’ve visited Montreal many a time, but never lived there. Parents moved to Toronto when I was but three weeks old. It will be nice. I’ll be a little closer (physically) to my parents and brother, much closer to my aunt and cousins. Once more the wheel turns to bring with it new possibilities.

This early morning run and those till I depart carry the strong fragrant smells of spring: wisteria and jasmine. One the fond memories I’ll carry away.