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November 2017

Faith, Life, Poems

falling in love

you

make me

uncomfortable

with

your

steady glance

and

the

softness

of

your eyes

I look away

feeling

hollow

like

a

drum

I am

petrified

by

the uncertainty

of us

and

excited

for

who I become

beside

you

October 2017

Life, Poems

river of words

at night

she has

a river

of

words

that

swim together

like silver fishes

then leap from

the deep waters

of her mind

onto

the blank page

Poems

little potatoes

Little potatoes

their skin black

flesh

smooth and creamy

I got them at the

farmer’s market

in St. Catharine’s

before the grim

and dreary weather

set in

like a grey blanket

November is a month

where nothing

much happens.

It was a bleak afternoon.

Those boiled potatoes

were so sweet

covered in butter

Hilary Shantz, November 14, 2017

Life, Poems

november morning

it

is misty

cold and dark

when I step out

bracing for the chill

we walk past quiet houses

trudging through piles of leaves

along the sidewalks of the town

past the old cemetery with its trees

leafless and black after the rain and

 from the look-out point I see

the lake with its silver waves

washing over grey pebbles

suddenly I notice

it is light and

the start of

day

 

November 2017 – a walk to the lake with my friend Kim