what do we do
with the fish
when it dies
the child asked
from his seat
behind me
in the canoe
his grip tightened
on the green and pink
plastic rod
as he cast the barbed line out
over the brown creek
my thoughts drifted
to the lake last summer
the rainbow trout
tossed on the grass
the tail flaps
gills open, close
then lift once more
shimmering shades of
sunset on the scales
dim to […]
they burnt our old house
just burnt it, Beth told me
as we drove down dirt roads
to the homestead
that’s the barn that Dad bought
from a neighbour
it rides the waves of this prairie
its peaked roof a prow above the door
two cupola jutted into late-day blue sky
my camera clicked
just as sunlight faded
just as a shaggy pup
moved towards me
from his […]
blue-shadowed snow
has been sculpted by wind
the aspen are silvered
with hoarfrost
wind brocades
satin snow. now
crystals float
in an aching blue sky
today
we breathe diamonds
~ Catherine McLaughlin
Catherine McLaughlin recently celebrated 35 years in the Peace Country. The land has always felt like home for her and she responds with her pen, her camera and her heart. She writes non-fiction […]
