North Ontario: In my mind, I still need a place to go

I took a walk at night in the forest.

Snow lay unevenly covering rocks, scrub, mud.

It clung like a cloak to the north side of the trees.

It shimmered in the light of the winter moon.

All was quiet.

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The World spins, time flies, the seasons change.

I returned to the forest,

as waters spilled down the hillsides,

as Spring burst forth from that once snow-carpeted floor.

Bright green leaves and soft pink petals floated softly on the air.

Birds called to each other, from treetop to treetop, as they learned to fly.

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The moon waxes and wanes, the seasons change.

I floated in a boat out on a lake.

Summer’s verdant pillars rose up around me.

Stars spilled across the heavens above me.

The Northern Lights danced in a shimmering curtain of colour.

Loons called out across the night.

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The World spins, time flies, the seasons change.

I looked back but once as I left the forest.

Its autumnal tapestry was painted red and orange and gold;

vibrant against the dome of deep blue overhead.

The animals were preparing for winter

and I flew with the birds, leaving everything silent once again.

The moon waxes and wanes, the seasons change.

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7 thoughts on “North Ontario: In my mind, I still need a place to go

  1. Your description is so lovely, and I LOVE “Helpless” so, so much. It was a pleasure to listen to it while I enjoyed your writing and the photos.

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