Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The Battle


Winter and Spring are in a fight
Each wanting to dominate the city
Spring pulls Sun onto its team
Chasing away the snow and ice

Winter retaliates
With its icy winds
People huddle into their coats
Hats and scarves

Spring sends rains
Washing the city of signs of winter
Warning off Winter with thunder
And bolts of lightning

Winter rallies the north winds
To dust the city once again with snow
Flowers once opened
Close their petals to hold in warmth

But the sun is strong
It is gaining the upper hand
It looks like Spring
Will once again win the battle

Train Passing

Train Passing

Train passing
Full with commuters
Homeward bound at the end of day

Back and forth
Along the tracks
Starting at Lucien-L'Allier

Vendôme Dorval
Just some of the stops along the way

Trains passing
No matter the weather
Carrying passengers every day

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Book Spine Poem

Bookspine Poem

The best laid plans
After midnight

In transit
The best of life

Monday, April 14, 2014



A musical weekend laced with food
Feed the brain to make it function
A hearty brunch is always good
To help us play with joy and gumption

Coffee to help us concentrate
For our muscles good protein
Vitamin C in the fruit is great
Now we are really keen

Life without music would be a mistake
Said Nietzsche long ago
Put music with food and friends  and cake
Then the music will really flow


“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination
and life to everything.” 
― Plato

Sunday, April 13, 2014


Part of a Collection

A magical weekend
Of music
and laughter
Always learning

Add a recorder coach
Italian music
We played our way
Through three centuries
Exploring different styles

Don't just play
the notes on the page
How to add grace
We're learning to improvise
In the spaces
Learning the style of the time

Like mastering a new language
We explore the nuances
The flourishes
The accents
Not just notes
But a way of speaking


After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music

-Aldous Huxley

Learning to Improvise

Friday, April 11, 2014



What is life without whimsy
The muppets frolicking
Fairy tales
Silly poems
and voyages
Through the imagination

I cannot imagine
life without Alice
and her wondrous adventures
or Chagall's floating people
No talking animals
or magic carpets to ride

I hope always to see
The fun and folly in life
To find the whimsy
And look with the eyes
of my inner child



My mother always made her cakes from scratch
No cake mixes from boxes
Nor store bought creations
She lovingly stirred in fresh ingredients

I longed for a doll cake
Displayed in the window at Woolworth's
A cheap plastic doll
Surrounded by tasteless cake
She stood
In her super sweet icing decorated dress
My six year old self
Thought she was lovely

But I got homemade
And learned that a fancy exterior
Does not mean goodness inside

Now I stir in fresh ingredients
Laced with love
No GMOs No trans-fats
Our home is infused with the scent of cinnamon
I make it - homemade

My mother long gone
Guides my arm as I stir
Homemade is best I learned long ago
It's the only way to stir in love

Spelt Zucchini Breads