Angry skies roaming with the sound of a thousand wild horses’ hooves stamping… Light dimmed, clouds somber and threatening… Flashes, lightning scarring the horizon! Burning my corneas… Light serpents coming and disappearing again, I am waiting, I am waiting for the rain… Thunder loud and getting closer! The storm is near, I feel its…… Continue reading Angry skies…
Watching out of the window, she couldn’t pronounce “Christmas”… Having slept merely a couple of hours, still having the night before’s conversation with Mother across the throat, yet another reality too hard to stomach for a holiday morning… She wanted to raise a white flag. But when she looked outside, her sight blurred. With…… Continue reading Twenty fifth…
I felt like being blown away with her ways, wild and windy, She blew into my life, taking me by storm, never allowing me to catch my breath, once A Tempest, she was waiting out her storm was never an option, I possessed Being blown away in her maelstrom swept me off my feet,…… Continue reading Wild & Windy…
Wading about the shallow gentle seas, testing the waters of her conviction The winds changed suddenly, unexpectedly as the tides of her desire took me by storm drowning me in the flood of her emotions I clung to the driftwood the vestiges of my senses being washed ashore on her undulating beaches, curved forms painting…… Continue reading Wading About
And each time you momentarely dropped your guard, it reminded me of when I used to watch lightnings as a child… Counting the seconds before you’d take back your sweet confessions, counting the seconds before the thunder would reach me… Telling me how close the storm really was. Listening to my heart beat, waiting…… Continue reading Tempest…
I know some of you are envious when Mother Nature is granting us with a snowstorm. I totally understand you. We’re getting 10 to 20 cm today, in Montréal, and here’s proof of what I am saying. To please those of you who didn’t get your snow share for Christmas, here is your last…… Continue reading Taking orders…
Brouillard, neige, bourrasques, glace, blizzard, grésil, verglas, raffales, tonnerre, givre, frimas… C’était écrit dans le ciel, il parraîtrait. Assise sur mon divan, je tourne le dos à la fenêtre… La tempête passera, j’espère.
Cyranny's Cove 