Emile Pinet


I was born in a small town, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada,. The third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. I’m the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a controlling, physically abusive father, verses a loving mother. Many of my poems reflect the uniqueness and…

Clouds shed their tears
as April rains,
when winter wanes
and warmth abounds.

Dangling from eves
icicles melt,
and jagged shards
come crashing down.

Migrating birds
start flocking home,
fleeing far flung

And on the winds
of open sky,
try out their wings.

Uprooting dreams
of yesterday,
time sows the hopes
of tomorrow.

And blossoms bloom
to calls of loons,
ushering in
the first of spring.

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