Such a beautifully silent Toronto morning, the city blanketed in
several centimetres of snow, and more snow blowing strong beyond my
window, muffling the stirrings and creakings of trees, and the
occasional sounds of cars in the distance. You can almost believe
peace is possible. Poetry is definitely possible. Gonna slide back
into Tomas Tranströmer's Selected....
A good one to all,
>A lovely quiet morning here. Slow golden sun shining across damp rooftops.
>A few rainclouds lit up from inside with mellow light, against blue sky.
Poet, fictioneer, writing instructor //
Razovsky at Peace (ECW Press, 2001)
// Hey, Crumbling Balcony! Poems
New & Selected (ECW Press, 2003)