My Favorite Things

Becca said in a comment that she was having a dense pea-soup fog day. Those words took me back to my childhood. I grew up in the Canadian maritimes, near the ocean with its fog, foghorns, and delicious briny fishy smell. I loved that weather, and that rocky land where everything was green and gray. And I love this poem, too, written some time ago but still one of my favorites.





pewter spoon

silver of a slivered moon



finest mist

winter trees ice kissed





dappled mare

a grandmother’s lustrous hair

snow sky

shot silk

hot stream of morning milk



cat’s fur

careful mouse

small stones in water gleaming

pregnant clouds

surly ocean

sidewalks’ sudden summer steaming




willow fuzz

dark December maple’s bark

fog horn

pea soup

bat-swift shadows cross the dark



between the white of paper

and the black of ink

are a dozen ways to think–

half a hundred subtler hues —



you choose.

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2 Responses to My Favorite Things

  1. Becca says:

    Delightful imagery …

  2. Pat Cegan says:

    fun and charming. Don’t know how I ended up in the middle of Brazil. I always lived near the ocean and loved it, too. Thanks for lovely memories shared. bjs. pat

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