Tag: poem

SYNCOPATION

By the sea there is tranquility. The spirit’s free to rise with each intake breath.   In syncopation, heartbeats tie themselves to ocean crests. Joyous, they descend to create the shoreline.   Stay awhile, let the rhythms re-ascend, bond again with softness and harmony.… Continue Reading “SYNCOPATION”

I TIED DRY FLIES

I tied dry flies

Long before I sipped Mai Tais.

A PILGRIM IN A CHERRY GROVE

By: dc HILL (July 7, 1992) Three times before, I stood this place. Me and vigorous cherry trees, face to face. They, protected by the Escarpment and Lake Ontario. Trees aligned like military tombstones. Nurtured by man and Mother Nature, Season after season. My first time… Continue Reading “A PILGRIM IN A CHERRY GROVE”