My first entry for 2012.... Better late than never.
Earlier in the spring I attended a poetry workshop at the University of Toronto, where I am currently pursuing a major in Medieval Studies. I was taking an economics class (of medieval times, of course) and by March the inevitable statistics had me so bogged down that I turned to poetry to save me from the doldrums.
The encounter with poetry got me inspired to write the following short poem:

Spring cadences are whistling through the night

The chilly winds - a knife edge to the soul

The past is hidden, over its darkened path

To keep the silence I do solemnly vow

The reins are pulsing, taut, the panting breath

Is rushing through the space, raspy and loud

No longer do I dream of cities fair

My heart is filled with fields and rolling mounts

Once river flow was measured by the eye

Once was the ear attuned to Eastern hum

Now feet are skimming, swift and light

The mossy undergrowth and boulders realm

What was amassed has long since gone to waste

What was expended was returned three-fold

As unannounced, joy has come to stay

And drowned sorrow in its boundless font