Today is the first true day of spring and it feels divine.
The fields are melting like global warming glaciers streaming onto the sidewalks.
Today even the dead muddy grass littered with empties is a beautiful sight.

Rain, rain...

I'm standing outside your window

In the rain

Or maybe that's just me

And maybe there is no ice water running down my hair

And maybe I am not standing in a puddle

And maybe that is not your shadow

Gliding softly

Through the warm, dry, dimly lit

Room of your own

Maybe it is in my damp head that you half look at the window

As though you feel me there

Or near

But you can't see me through the rain

Streetlights playing disco ball across your window pane

And you see nothing

But feel like part of you

Is out

And in

That rain

Or maybe

That's just me

4U

My beautiful princess,
I am sending you love
Hugs
Flowers
Grape flavored candy
And all the wintermint tea in the world
So please smile and know that even if this moment sucks, better ones are on their way

Today I will stop wishing for summer and simply love the snow.

Freeze Frame

We were here
Before it was frozen.
We were something different then,
Walking this ground under that sky,
One double instead of two separates;
But it's colder now
These days,
In so many ways.
It looks different under ice:
The pigeons more hungry,
The statue more lonely.
Our words hang frosty in the air
As we walk far apart
And then closer again
Like well worn tracks
With slow progress through winter.

65 Days Till Tam Tams

You'll notice that I've added some fun links to maximize your viewing pleasure. This page is of course in a state of perpetual evolution as I figure stuff out, which is to say more honestly, thanx to my tech guy PG. Where on the web would I be without you?

I've been receiving a lot of feedback personally on my l'il blog, and I appreciate it immensely. Based on that, I can also say that readership is up, which also rawks, but I want to encourage people to post comments here too. And not just ads for your own page (though if it's honestly related, do it). If there are comments, there can be discussion and community. We can build a little Dawn-ville and grasp at the intangibles and unspeakables the universe has to offer together.

On a separate and damn cold note, real Montreal winter has finally and unfortunately kicked in. I, like so many, am starting to have a hard time keeping my chin up. A stiff upper lip is no fun, especially when it's frozen that way. In my search for cyber sunshine I've been finding a daily dose at this Tam Tams site. It's got a daily countdown to assure you that the good times will roll again, and over 300 pics that can bring summer to you, even from here. People who aren't from Montreal who would like to know where our island keeps its soul, should definitely take a peek and join us in spirit.

Since I've been in such a Hug-The-Mountain mood, I stumbled onto this site which has the history of the mountain and a bunch of neat stuff most Montrealers don't know. It may be a bit nerdy, but I enjoyed thoroughly...

Keep warm: only 65 days left... ;)

In Passing

I am passing the steeple
Attached to the church
Where you walked into a memory
And I fell deeper into you.
We took pictures as the iron and stone
Cast its crosshairs on the bulging moon
And film or no film
For me the image is etched here
Even now as I walk alone
Our moment erased
Our space filled with light.

Walking Home (In Real Time)

Tonight someone told me something I already knew
Which is good because it tells me that I'm right
And that's important because I think he has something to share
With someone
But he may not know what it is.
I'm walking in the street as I write this;
Now standing dead stopped
Between the crosswalks
1:35 a.m.
Not a romantic time but I'm feeling it
And my shadow looks sexy
All essence of hair and billow of skirt
As a fresh summer begins her affair with my soul
As she flirts between the leaves and my thighs.
I am destined to build a shrine to a hundred gods at once
And swear that it's the only true path,
And I am bound to burn false idols where they lay.
Up in the elevator now
And I wonder who is tending
The few fires still burning in scattered windows.
How many of them are waiting for someone
How many are waiting for anyone
And how very long it seems I must wait
Before finding my truths.

(June 3/05 really...)

Premonition

I am afraid
That anything I say
Will only make you run away
Faster
Because I see you leaving

Pssst...Links of Note

If you're surfing for ways to assuage the February blues, git yer cyber-self over to www.local514.thruhere.net for some tunes you ought to hear and some toasty throwbacks to warm you right down to your cockles. It's a fab new podcast including a short reading by yours truly *blush*. Expect these sound waves to crash your party at least twice a month (sans moi), and definitely check back there this weekend for the release of a Mash-Up special. WTG to my buddy Elliot Pure for finally putting his music collection to good use.

You can also check out Mr. Pure's blog here.

Another gr8 site is rhyme&reason. It's an arts page currently featuring an interesting array of music, and a few postings. This site is in progress, so keep checking, and harrass the webmaster to keep on task. Expect to find art, photos, prose and editorials there in the near future.

Well, thought you may like a few extra ways to spend these last days of hibernation. Happy surfing, and don't forget: we're in this together, so tell a friend.

Dawn @--}-----