An Every Morning Poem for Amber and Julie

Look there!
The clouds are white.
The sun is bright—
A brilliant yellow star in the sky;
Majestic like the Burnaby Mountains high.

Have you seen the squirrels into the lawn sneaking?
Can you hear the crows atop the spruces cackling?

Look at those flowers.
Watch the evergreen trees, dancing
With their leafs and branches swaying—
To which boreas is not a balderdash,
But flutes and oboes that bless them hush.

Smile, my adorable nieces.
Summer is here to stay like kisses,
For a while even only if, don't miss it.

– 4 p.m., June 24, 2004, Thursday
an impromptu oral poem