Friday, November 16, 2012
New poem from Wilma Seville
By Wilma Seville
I brush against low branch
green leaves caress my cheek
its spindly trunk a contrast
among stately, rough barked trees.
I tramp along tree-lined path
carpeted with orangey/red leaves
which crackle under my feet.
Slender trees stretch towards heaven
their branches now stripped bare
reaching towards the sun.
My thoughts turn to the Creator
as I meander along the path
thinking how like other living things we are
stretching towards the light of God.
Smiling, I stoop down
Pick up red maple leaves
To make a fall wreath for my door
Happy to be one with nature.
(reponse to Janusz Wrobel’s Misty Woods)
Performed at Carnegie Gallery Nov. 4, 2012
About Me
- Name: John Stiles
- Location: London, United Kingdom
London-based, Canadian novelist and poet. Novel and poetry titles include: Taking The Stairs, The Insolent Boy, Creamsicle Stick Shivs and Scouts are Cancelled: The Annapolis Valley Poems(Insomniac Press, Toronto, Canada). Recently featured as one of twenty New Canadian poets in New American Writing (Oink! Press, CA. USA). Filmmaker behind 'the smalls...er whatever' a rock doc featuring Corb Lund of Corb Lund and the Hurtin Albertans. Born and raised in Annapolis Valley, Nova Scotia and 
