I wear a coat of red
inhaling icy air of winter
from Blue mountains to Lake Ontario
at 2 C, my skin is tough as maple tree
As I stand on top of Centennial park hill
a black hawk swirls above wind-tossed sky
my eyes scan sunlit cityscape
from Mississauga condo buildings & houses
to the CN Tower at the distant Toronto City
This land is not a stranger
Not anymore, from falling autumn leaves to
maple syrup, to toque & snow pants, trees in
Riverwood Conservation and Halton Hills parks
Though Downtown Toronto is familiar work map
I love hiking along Credit River & Etobicoke Creek
rejoicing with orange breasted cardinals,
red winged blackbirds, swans and geese
clawing and feasting on rain-soaked soil
Over 14 seasons, I flowed
into nature's cycle, a single raindrop
into the mighty Niagara Falls, encompassing
all our small beginnings into 1 mighty roar - home
Centennial Park, March 25, 2019
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