A Bay Called Cobequid

By Richard L. Provencher

Tue, 17 Apr 2012
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Spring’s arrival is a parade
of icy-chunks
playing jack-o-lantern
in the harbour

their dip and peek from beneath
roiling waves
speak of season’s meltdown.

Through glasses
on Economy Mountain
I focus upon winter's lingering
stare--

hay fields huddling beneath
the snow
in bewildered disarray

weathered houses
as random sprinkles, crows
deer, a cat
foraging inside my view

and blueberry fields showcasing
purple tinges
through masking white--

abandoning my perch I strive
to join the dance.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 3
Nature

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Richard, what a wonderful, descriptive poem, loved the lines:- Through glasses on Economy Mountain I focus upon winter's lingering stare-- hay fields huddling beneath the snow in bewildered disarray weathered houses as random sprinkles crows deer, a cat foraging inside my view and blueberry fields showcasing purple tinges through masking white. I could really picture the whole scene. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you so much, Jenny. I have another version of this poem at ABC. Sometimes I write from different angles on the same scene and end up liking all of them. Ha. This poem is from a time I sat for a long time on Economy Mt. absorbing the view; and what a view. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by prettyrose on
Hi Richard :) I hope you are well. I agree with Jenny a wonderful, thought out poem that makes you feel your there. well done. keep writing keep smiling :)

smiley Keep Smiling

Keep Writing xxx

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thank you Pr, and am glad the poem made such an impact. I do keep writing and smiling. After all, after 37 years of marriage, my wife Esther, still looks beautiful. Smile, Richard LP
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