Amherst Island

    In winter, you were
    a flash of light,
    tundra against
    Arctic floor

    Warm breath
    stirred yr
    summer's breast
    and I saw
    windblown hair
    the colour of kelp
    transfix
    the lavender print
    of a scalp strewn
    shore

    Later,
    tiny bits
    from
    a calico dress
    became domiciled wings
    off butterflies,
    miniature bitterns
    ever more shadowy
    strewn across the Barrens,
    an unbridled strength from that

    Faraway isle released to orchestrate sunlight
    amongst all colonies that flower -
    a statuesque Red Admiral,
    Banded Purple,
    feckless Comma
    all aswirl to the
    pipes of a Devil's Paintbrush,
    stranded drumfish, sage,
    and tubercular ragwort

Paul Cameron Brown

Paul Cameron Brown is a Canadian poet known for his extensive work in both poetry and art criticism. Born in western Canada, Brown has had a prolific career in writing, often intertwining themes of human experience and nature. His works have been showcased in various literary magazines and anthologies. With a style that is both reflective and evocative, he has gained recognition not only in Canada but also internationally.

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    In snows, a swarm of bushes lie black and apparently rootless as the town's iron-gate bridge collapses under the centre part of the main road.

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Magpie Tongues

    Trillium breath, an ounce
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    in the cloves of the silent forest.
    The rain is heavy with the stamp
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    Cloaked in fragrance, tufts
    of mossy step kiss the opening earth,
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Equinox

    The four Equinox sisters,
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    Samantha, the other
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    earth-tide (in full bloom),
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    wrapped in bearskins
    with dirks between their teeth
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    Then, alpine ranges carrying
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    with a noise like an anvil
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