Wednesday, December 2, 2020

West Wind Finds His Way

 Winter

I'm very much the morning

not in the west. Yet

From the start

you see me 

rolling in from there.

South is the warm one

North is the cold one

routes are crossing here 

from time to time.

Whooshing not roaring

roaring too much.

The snow really

muffles the sound

Silent winter

snow shines so white

white is 

swirling around me. 

Kissing the snow

maybe too cold for others

maybe too harsh

not for me.

sometimes I like to 

Stop as I'm blowing 

to see the 

wonders of the forest.

All of the wonders

are buried

under so much snow

Trees try to resist me

but no leaves makes it hard

Seeing only white mounds

seeing only happy squirrels

I try to stop

try to move the snow

not pausing in trip

just trying to warm up

If I warm up,

it warms up 

all around me.

Say what's that?

Get up, stop lying there!

Tall but thin

Sappy

Tame and peaceful.

I'm going to say hello,

Taffy Tree, How do you do?


Oh my! 

are you the 

Wind 

that's warm!? 

You feel exquisite.


Taffy Tree it's magical here.


Especially spring time.


Happy to visit again then. 

Taffy Tree, don't go away!



Spring

You feel the air

It's not warm 

but not cold

Maybe West is here

Yes quite cool.


Taffy Tree Taffy Tree

Wow! The snow is gone!

Really incredible.

The ground has come to life.

It's happening Taffy Tree

I see a digging mole

I see a rabbit hopping

I see the leaves peeping out

of their buds!

I hear the birds

singing to each other.

The sounds that mean

Here I am!

Do the birds 

want to stay?

North carried 

them very far.

It's four in the morning 

they are so loud

Natural orchestra of music

so frightening and magical!


Yesterday there was silence

today there's 

percussion, melody, chimes

all around me

West, it's lucky timing.

It's becoming

not existing

It's on

not off

It's paving the way

It's having that 

alive feeling

Taste the air

It's part North

and part South

The parts are making a tornado of senses

Nothing we can do 

but watch and wait


Time to go!

I have to keep moving.

That's the wind's way.

Taffy Tree

Talk to you soon!

The South wind

is trying to get here

it's finally feeling warm!


Take care West!



Summer

Finally I'm back!

The forest has awoken!

Yes Taffy Tree

Please come out!

It's here!

The summer.

Magnificent green everywhere

All around me

it is full of life.

Under the growth

Taffy Tree is hidden

So hidden among the leaves.

Oh amazing Taffy Tree!

Pipsqueak in the 

massive green ocean.

Wearing your best suit.

Somewhere in there

Water trickles

Time stands still

Always wearing

Sweat of summer.

Very garish!

That medieval wood

That very busy wood

That hard to move 

through wood!

Help me!

Taffy Tree!

It's me

returning to see you!

Show yourself 

Taffy Tree!

It's hard to see

There's too much

Something's in the way

The breeze

tells me a story!

Tastes like 

Part South

and part North.

Ants and Snakes

Hard to avoid

Mosquitoes and Gnats.

Sounds to listen to

Sounds to feel,

with vibrating air.

Sounds to make

soaring through 

the leaves.

I'm sad to go,

South is pushing me on!

Sorry

to miss you

Taffy Tree!

Show yourself!

Tell me your place

in the crowd!

Save the

Tall tales 

for the yellow leaves

time of year.

I will see you then.

Wind waits for 

No one!


Autumn

At last I found you! 

Taffy Tree!

Look at you!

Unbelievable, so beautiful!

Iridescent!


I am the same Taffy Tree

you met seasons ago. 


Teach me how 

to change colour!


I'm happy to share

Use your time tested leaves 

to cautiously... 


Wind have no leaves!


Fear not!

I will share.

Try to create 

a whirlwind. 


Feel my twirling storm!

Use my powerful breeze!


TURN 


             TURN


                           TURN


Use it!


Excellent! 

Try on my leaves!


Your yellow takes to the sky!


                      UP


           UP


UP


Your yellow 

is a part of me!

Your only 

instruction worked.

I'm so beautiful!


Try to never 

STOP!


Swirling so fast!

Too fast!

Losing steam.


Too bad!


Will the quite 

WILD leaves 

return to you Taffy Tree?


That's too much 

to ask!

They gave it 

their all!


Really sorry! 

Some seasons

are unfair!


Yellow Leaves Time 

is a part 

of life.


Are you scared 

to lose 

your leaves 

Taffy Tree?!


It's time West

Time to shake 

the rest off.

The taste of snow 

is in the air.

It's been a pleasure.


You're really not 

feeling a loss?


The cycle is complete!

When we met 

I looked so bare.

The life cycle goes

around and around.


Very sad to say

that it's time for me

to return west.


May I go with you West?


That's not possible Taffy Tree.

You need the soil

and I need the sky.


Perhaps you can visit 

next year.


Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Skiing

I am sad Track 3 is cancelled. It's a gift to me. Here are some questions I answered after last season:

What made you decide to try skiing with Track 3?
I don’t remember.

How would you describe your experience in the program and how it has evolved over time?
Not an easy question. At first I had so much fun on the big hills. Then later years I found it too scary to go on the chairlift. So happy to stay on bunny hill for a few years. Made it easier to learn turns and how to slow down. Got impulse to fall on magic carpet so it became hard to ski bunny hill. The Track 3 people are so nice. They really think I should try big hills. They bought me a harness for the chairlift so I couldn’t fall off. They showed my Dad how to ski so he could go on the chairlift with me. This time, so not nervous in chairlift. On the big hills you are so skiing. Life gets good when the nervous feeling leaves. 

What is your favourite thing about the program?
The nice people.

What is the “special ingredient” that makes your time at Track 3 both successful and enjoyable?
There are a few things:

a) It is nice to start later than everyone. There is less noise. Then I don’t feel too sensory sensitive. It helps me try scary things in a calmer way. 

b) I have the nicest, most patient teacher. She thinks it’s not my fault I get nervous. She really believes in me. 

c) Track 3 so loves when students are happy. They never blame students for a bad night. 

How do you feel when people are surprised that you are involved in such an activity?
I think people are really closed to new talking ways. They are really closed to thoughtful, silent people. However skiing is easier to believe. Real life letter talking autistics are the best at proving we are amazing at many things. 

What would you say to let others’ fears rest about downhill skiing and the body-brain disconnect?
There is a tether to help if you need it. 



Friday, September 18, 2020

In The Memory

Gold green
need gravity
energetic
cries tiny amount
time makes me
the ethereal ghost waiting
to matter and be noticed
making a glow erratic on the sky
bright
meaning intelligent
existing randomly


Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Graduation Day Poetry

The Learning School

Hell in school
Loud mean looks
Quit stop no
No stop quit

Hell in mind
Mean loud sounds
No stop quit
Stop no quit

Don’t learn
Try hard
Makes no difference
Not a good student

It made no sense
Don’t make noise
Don’t run around
Don’t be you

It’s sometimes hard to not simply give up
It’s hard but not impossible

I only started learning 
When I stopped Going to school

Time to make noise
Time to run around
Time to be me
Time to learn

The learning school
Reading school
Science school
Math school

Whatever it can be school


Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Lesson on Snowy Garden

It is an in between Time
Testing Time
Magical Time
Time to hide
Time to sleep
See-saw sitting Time
Time to show
That it's 
Time to grow
Stop the snow
No no no
Winter or spring
Hot or cold
Young or old
It is an in between Time


Wednesday, January 15, 2020

My Quilt

This is my first quilt. I needed to learn how to tie knots. It is a lasting skill with me now. Taste of independence felt amazing. That's not an everyday feeling for me. It is a nice, soft blanket and I made it. That feels good. 

The squares of my quilt tell a story. The purple tells about the way I can say so much with just a finger. When I look at purple I think of flowers and grapes and fruit roll-ups. All with no words said. The nature lover that I am, the flowers then the blue represent a sunny day. To me, the best kind of day. As a kind loving big brother, the pink is my talkative, wonderful sister. That is the story of my quilt.