Take time out for poems with a nature focus.
In blue water that peaks white on course through an Ice Age bed,
giant, honed stones remind me in their bleached irregularity of Annapolis Royal —
Of a chill wind, a bright afternoon, skies with a trivia of clouds, and
an empty but open house on shore, where I study, sway & come unmoored, loose,
like a Loyalist; but realize that some, wherever they flow, remain true to course.