Suddenly, it struck
crisp as that winter day:
“Look!” I said. “A heart – right there.”
We watched buds in spring
turn deep green from gold
the heart then secret,
whispering beneath
rich hues that fell away
Only cold laid bare its beauty
lightning creator defied;
silenced by irony
Then the trimmers came
methodical and swift,
oblivious by task, duty
And as the chipper ground,
I knew again what Frost meant:
“Nothing gold can stay.”
Red Admiral butterfly with a few tales to tell.
In the courtyard fountain of 900 Bay Street in Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
You are the master of wit,
storyteller’s storyteller
A rare book of rare words,
impish grin and wily tricks,
quiet lines and lasting looks
But wow, you pissed me off
Then, before I understood;
earned a few greys myself
Devil’s advocate of debate,
you challenge us to think,
to learn and do; create ourselves
to know when joy is enough
And still you imbue wisdom
but now we can as well
we, your protégés, bickering back
egging you on for more.
*For Bill G. and all who knew him.
Always wonderful to spend a few moments taking a closer look at the architectural details of the Royal Ontario Museum.
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