Bay Cobequid

Spring’s arrival is a parade
of icy-chunks
playing jack-o-lantern
in the harbour

their dip and peek from beneath
roiling waves
speak of season’s meltdown.

Through field glasses on
Economy Mountain
I focus upon winter's lingering
stare--

hay fields huddle beneath
the snow
in bewildered disarray

weathered houses
as random sprinkles, crows
deer, a cat
foraging inside my view

and blueberry fields showcase
purple tinges
through masking white.

Abandoning my perch I rush
to join the dance.

© Richard L. Provencher