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I've waited long, too long for this

burnished glow of harvest

twilight sense of lightness

clearing of the mind.

Autumn's red hot in me now

alive with hope and restless

the start of something new

ripening twilight of the year

fuels imagination, thought

clarifies the vision.

Glowing with the autumn gold

fired up for truth, ready 

to rush headlong into words

while leaves coalesce and gather

into patterns at my feet.

                                               © vmt

Vivien has been involved in the practice of poetry all her life.  She is a former music, art and rare books librarian (retired from Queen's University, Kingston) who loves choral singing and other music activities. Continuing to work as free-lance cataloguer after early retirement, Vivien lived in Prince Edward County for a decade where she made many new friends and devoted more time to her writing.  A proud grandmother, she moved to Ottawa in 2014 to be near three of her grandchildren.  She is also blessed with four grandchildren in Portland, Oregon.    


Chapbook publications:  Widow’s walk;   Mauve you rise and other poems;  Wellington Beach and other poems.    Contributor to anthologies including, "And left a place to stand" honouring Al Purdy.   Former coordinator of Picton Open Floor readings, a member of the Cobourg Poetry Workshop  and a working-group in Prince Edward County writing in a variety of poetic forms.   She especially appreciates the oral aspects of poetry which bring to life the mood and musicality of language, its rhythm and rhyme.

autumn leaves
chapbook Wellington Beach
chapbook Widow's Walk
chapbook Mauve You Rise
Vivien Masseau Taylor
  Practising poet

 Happy to hear from you! 


Chapbooks are available for purchase  

 $10 for one or $25 for three. 



the lake was a mirror

the mirror was a lake

of sky and sunshine

into which I poured

my joy of the morning

the morning of my joy


the road was a canvas

the canvas was a road

of light and shadows

into which I poured

my brush of autumn gold

the gold of my autumn


the field was a carpet

the carpet was a field

of soybeans and dried corn

into which I poured

my love of the land

the land of my love


the page was a chalice

the chalice was a page

of openness and promise

into which I poured

the poem of my heart

the heart of my poem

                                                       © vmt

Welcome to Leaf Pattern Press    

        Poems by  vivien masseau taylor   

                       Images by geneviève marie taylor 

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