December 25: Christmas bells

church bells ringing

a flock of pigeons scatters

then gathers again

December 23: Marrons chauds

Christmas market

warming my hands  

on a bag of chestnuts

December 25: Watching starlings in a snowstorm

Christmas morning.

Starling on a windowsill

eating windblown snow.

December 23: Musée National de Beaux-Arts

Musée de beaux-arts—

watching a single crow

fly through blowing snow.

December 6: Basilica Ste.-Anne de Beaupre

Kangaroo, stork, ray--

surprised to find a zoo carved

on the end of the pews.

 

 

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December 5: Cold morning in Quebec City

Calèche horse wears a coat.

A shop's bare-armed mannequins

make me shiver.

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December 4: Vieux-Quebec

Above the cold river,

above the lit-up Chateau,

slim moon rising.

 

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October 13: The randomness of memory

This poem, from a moment this morning...

Phrases from a song

last heard playing in a bar

this past summer.

 

...leads to this one, from a moment in August:

 

Night out by myself

on the streets of Old Quebec,

happy observer.

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September 1: Les Fraises

Rural, farm-covered L'Ile D'Orleans in the St. Laurence River is the farm basket of Quebec. Strawberries are one of the specialties, with two seasons: summer and fall. After visiting L'Ile D'Orleans today, I checked out the permanent farmers' market near the Old Port Quebec, where I bought a cup of fresh strawberries and ate them on the spot. They tasted of summer, even as the season begins to turn to fall.

 

Strange to start September

here in Canada

with farm-fresh strawberries.

 

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August 31: Bistro

Drink in this moment:

good glass of cider, a crepe,

time alone to think.

 

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August 30: Le Vieux-Quebec

old stones old streets

I walk in the past for hours

happy amid the crowds

 

 

 

 

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