Richard Provencher Poems
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August is a blue haze of
hurried over by swarming pickers
this year of plenty. The Rakers eye
profits with stiffened backs,
juice-stained hands their colour
of success, bodies browned by the sun.
They scoop in delight, white
and blue buckets filled
In my return to this land I can
smell the burning fields and
see their scorched October attire.
Once a breezy sea of blue
fertilized by bumblebees, now
picked clean from summer marauders.
See the fire, the scent of
tortured fields. Renewal is a ...
A Recipe Of Love
Today is precious, and
very difficult without our
little sister, Susan. She is
not gone from our lives;
simply awaits us, and one
day we will be reunited.
Those hospital days were
filled with pain, laughter