Made in Montreal

  Gilbert Layton Park in October 2012 O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Sh...

  Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; An...

  My Sorrow, when she’s here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered t...