Warm, warm air at last / Silk is the fabric of choice / Flutters petal-like.

Marigold flowers / Whisper in a cup of tea / I omit honey.

Today basks in gold / Hardly a mottle of gray / The zephyr is out.

Thoughts and memories / Start galloping through my mind / So that was shandy.

Cars crawling the streets / Green light means nothing today / And I simply walk.

Nippy wafts of air / Rearrange themselves in shapes / Visible to skin.

A fey day in May / Thermometers disagree / To a large degree.

Sun splinters clouds / Above and beyond emerge / Arrayed in sky blue.

Foehny afternoon / Air-dried, Ottawan sidewalks / Summon for a walk.

String of slate gray clouds, / Fading record of a rain / That was not to be.

Sway of blooming trees / Lavishes constellations / Petal-flecked sidewalks.

Windy afternoon / Grayness that foretells of rain / With much certainty.

Shards of today's rain / Warrant not an umbrella / Minikin they are.

Final days of May / Dance away cold, clouds and rain / Summer rhapsody.

The name of a tree / With leaves just like dragonflies / Evades me right now.

Sycamore seedlings / Floating, circling, touching down / Writing on the streets.

A flock of wild geese / Remind me of a flypast / Wascana's greeting.

Aerial vista / Crazy quilting in action / Asphalt, forests, lakes.

Erring out of haste / So irksome in the hindsight / No matter how small.

Calorific day / Gracing every step I take / With so much lightness.

Acute-angled rain. / Hail hits the iron railing. / Lightning rends the air.

Oh, throbbing headache, / How heavy is your shadow / In kilopascals?

Coolish whiffs of air / Feel like a beaded curtain, / Glassy globulets.

This feisty orb called / Sun stands at the centre of / the stage, I applaud.

Rows of dusty books / No one has cracked in ages / Spell oblivion.

A day on the beach / Din of the Dragon Boat Race / Sitting in the shade.

Lilac pom-pons, puffs / of gentle, sweet aroma / linger in the air.

Narrow-leaved plantains / Profusely overflowing / Cracks in the sidewalk.

Behind live fencing / Notes of soulful saxophone / And hot pink roses.

Shimmying surface / Shapes of trees and passersby / A sole scaup slips in.

Beach or swimming pool / A splash of beatitude / On a summer day.

Breath of midday blaze / On synthetic rattan chairs / Under umbrellas.

Evening sparks, thunders / and rain lighten up the sky / the morning after.

Silk in light dresses, / Linen in guayaberas / Crinkle of straw hats.

Filmy, pallid, still, / Low-key, slight, monotonic, / Cloudy summer day.

Burning summer air / The Mediterranean / West of Saint Lawrence.

Scorching rays of sun / Deep, fragrant shade of pine trees / Drumming cicadas.

Rows upon rows of / Ornamental cabbages. / Luckily, no goats.

Caws of urban crows. / Calls above the buzz of cars / And cafe awnings.

Summer thunderstorm / Delayed flights at the airport / Power outage.

Smooth cobblestone streets, / Consistent morning drizzle, / Glide of sandaled feet.

Rows of olive trees / Rustle of spina-christi / Resin in the air.

After the rainfall / A boulder-like lonely cloud / Behind the rainbow.

A mackerel sky. / Rows and rows of cloddy clouds. / Thinly seeps the sun.

Clittering crickets, / An impromptu repartee, / The grunt of ACs.

Rotund summer air / on both sides of the windows, / inside's outside.

Mid summer rainfalls / morning sounds of the city / at a distinct pitch.

Sky as wax paper, / gently creased, clouded over, / holds the doughy sun.

Passed a downpour / Fallen from trees, grassy leaves / Call up the autumn.

Illusory breeze / stillness of an August day / crumbly pollen cones.

Momentarily, / a smirr of powdery rain, / in halting squiggles.

Sunday morn's first sight / Water darkened city streets / A phantom of life.

Autumn syllabi / Tips of maple leaves redden / Dead poets waken.

Olfactory smile, / a backwash of cooking with / garam masala.

Red geranium, / a lasting focus point, / on a windowsill.

Cascading fuchsias / swinging from the linden trees, / august boulevards.

Dusty hardwood floors, / Ephemeral paper notes, / Unplanned souvenirs.

Metallic street signs, / the improvised, soft cymbals, / for late summer wind.

A late summer day / Hints of Hyperborea / In a gentle breeze.

Passing summertude / Walktember by walktober / Years argon like.

A lone hawthorn tree, / cloud of scarlet poma fruit, / punctured shadiness.

Waves of frankincense / Obsequious September / New season's footfall.

Verisimilitude, / be it not a habitude, / spectacles rose-hued.

Miniature clouds / strewn across the blue celeste. / The forecast said rain.

Insidiously, / ever elusive "subtle" / looms above our words.

Retiring blue, / tinctures of pink, copper, steel, / a new vapour trail.

Shivering gardens / Summer in colours only / Prickly pumpkin vines.

Sun-heated concrete / Bliss-sculpted places for rest / Barefoot reading.

Oh, stop the presses! / The Sphinx shall nevermore vex. / Signed Oedipus Rex.

Speckles of autumn / Warmth of a cloudless summer / The span of a day.

Tamarind almonds / Landscapes of a dead poet / Sea phosphorescence.

Frosty autumn breeze / Loose leaves scraping the asphalt / Shivering shadows.

Wispy iciness / Thrilling leaves and crackling boughs / New winter's foretaste.

Lank weeping willows, / shaggy crowns of maple trees, / unmoved by the Fall.

Mid-September sky / Vivid colours everywhere / Not a single cloud.

Otherworldly cranes / Blasts and bangs, ululating / Broken cityscape.

Like hot air balloons, / eclectic, scattered clouds / drawing to the sky.

Pale glowing crater / Vastness of all that greyness / Sensing it won't rain.

Hostas in the shade / Shriveled leaves falling from trees / Soft wind keying in.

Autumn equinox / Wickers bursting with Gala, / Cortland, Ambrosia.

"Yellow submarine / or lutescent nautilus," / tumbled McCartney.

Crisp of ochre leaves / Balm of quivering branches / Gentleness of fall.

Roof-loving tabby, / rosettes of liveforever, / basking in the sun.

Stash of poetry / Napkins, chocolate wrappers / Holding onto words.

Striated slate sky / Binary of rain and clouds / A gloomy dyad.

A second-hand book / in a reused envelope / right on the threshold.

Desolate damp planks / Pulpy bales of fallen leaves / Goodbye, patios.

Liberated winds / Impossible to ignore / Autumn's trunks open.

Wondering today / how coldly I'll be greeted / when I step outside.

Grated icicles / Thinly shredded northern winds / In every raindrop.

Painted burgundy / Fallen leaves on damp pavement / Small spearheads and tongues.

The change in seasons, / seriate intimations, / imagined and real.

Exercise your right / Stop by a polling station / Ontario, vote!

Tree shadows aslant / Braiding along avenues / Ravels of the sun.

Tiles polished by feet / A building with histories / Many of many.

Starless, milky sky / A warm, oblique autumn night / Treetops belly out.

Nowadays passé, / Grand Odalisque was risqué, / Ingres did transgress.

A mute, silver sun / Heaps of gold, wafery leaves / An October day.

Rushing clouds and cars / A rainfall in the distance / Checkered city streets.

Buses cutting through / fog of an October day / and sheaves of raindrops.

Obdurate greyness / above granitic sidewalks / smitten by crisp leaves.

A welter of bits, / weightless candy wrappers, leaves / whirling in the wind.

Strips of knotted clouds / gliding above the city / It's clear what comes next.

Maple syrup glaze / Shiny, opalescent cookies / All senses smiling.

Cerulean gleen / trapped behind November smoke, / wicked latticework.

Disentangled strings, / blinka blink in prime colours, / cast on every tree.

Specks of pestled glass / flickers of November rain / raven winter coat.

Austere city streets / Northerlies turned orderlies / Trembling windowpanes.