Tag: Seasons Poetry
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Springtime Sabbatical

“A spring breeze is blowingI’m bursting with laughterWishing for flowers” Matsuo Basho Losing my job at the beginning of Autumn felt fitting. As if on cue with the leaves falling outside, the ending of that job felt like a release. The winds of change were telling me that it was time for something new. Autumn…
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A Home Full of Flowers

When my husband asked me last Christmas what I wanted as my gift, I told him: “I want flowers in the house all year long”. As you may recall in my post on how I cope with Seasonal Affective Disorder, I mentioned that fresh flowers or a subscription to a flower delivery service was a…
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Creating light during the January Gloom

I can’t remember the last time I saw the sun. The feeling of sunlight on my face suddenly feels so foreign to me. We’re entering the sixth week of consecutive gloomy grey skies here in Toronto (and the southern Ontario region in general). Aside from very brief pockets of sunshine here and there, we haven’t…