the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories

summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse

we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said

sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two

little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed

In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart

Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea

Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -

the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks

it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed

a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls

which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…

crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air

a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air

my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause