An Ominous Tempo
My heart beats an ominous tempo, a storm on the horizon, a sun clouding over, a cottage forgotten in the forest. I feel a welcoming coming around, from the ghosts of happy voices and the joys of summers by the lake, spoken now in the sounds of creaking hinges. It settles in strangely, like a sighing, singeing flame on bare skin. It burns, just a little, makes me jump like someone might be watching. The orange leaves rustle a chorus of coming spring – after a rattled winter, they can't wait to rest on the forest floor. There's no doubts that this cabin is tumbling down to earth, but as for me, I'm pleased to see that she's survived another season. It gives me a reason for hope.

March 19, 2017
Granville Centre, Nova Scotia