Richard L. Provencher is now retired, allowing him more time to write.
He combines a love of nature with contemporary issues. His poems are in: Ottawa Arts Review, Paragon, Folly, The Dublin Quarterly, Parenting Express, Time of Singing, and Phatitude Literary Magazine. He and his wife, Esther, live in Truro, Nova Scotia. A poetry chapbook In the Light of Day is available through Mercutio Press.---------
The Peanut Wind
wants to make
the world wobble
and hear it squirm
from where
I sit, with
whistles, whooshing
sounds resonating
and exhibit an essence
like magic
against my face,
from warm to cold
then retire again
a seasonal change
capturing
my attention.
It wishes me to chew
into its needs,
like a mouthful
of peanuts
tasting, scent
teasing
until I am
complete, a
mirror
of the wind.
Mattatall, the Lake
Natural pulses straddle
my excitement, as a cherry
wood paddle
pursues the current
canoe accepting
motivation,
wind pouting its resistance.
I am a silhouette
lurking by water's edge
or a loon's accolade
where begins a morning song
perhaps simply a feast
of early sun, yoke
alive in life's surging
a blend, a parallel
from the land to heights
unknown.