Full Moon Almanac Wolf Moon lights snow-blue fields embossed with paw print trails to where January ghosts howl Ice Moon Snow Moon February’s bluster winds heap white dunes We’ve stocked the cupboard full against Storm Moon Worm Moon March’s wiggly trails of melt, then Crust Moon Spring so white and pure we call her Chaste… Continue reading Full Moon Almanac
I've been keeping up with the November Poem-A-Day poetry prompts at Poetic Asides. Yesterday's was "Talk back to a dead poet. Choose a poem you like by a poet who is no longer living and offer a rebuttal." I chose the poem "Leisure" by W. H. Davies (1871-1940). Here is the original: Leisure What is… Continue reading Leisure these days
Duck Pond Primary Crows are campaigning for the abolition of eagles and hawks. Starlings are a pollster’s nightmare can’t make up their minds about anything. Ducks hang around the path in true socialist fashion: Why get ambitious when most walkers carry birdseed or bags of bread? A solitary heron is the pond’s pundit but he… Continue reading Duck Pond Primary
Migration A little fog, a little snow a little icy rain has grounded all the iron birds till weather clears again. A mighty fall of passengers now fills the airport lounge an unexpected stopover to water and to scrounge. Their tickets said it was nonstop but leading lines of weather interrupt diurnal flight— at least… Continue reading Migration
I took this photo on a September holiday several years ago. It's a lake along the Sunshine Coast Highway, between Sechelt , B.C. and the Earl's Cove ferry terminal. It was perfectly still; the air was absolutely breathless. That sense of peace, as in rest from labour and waiting is what I often feel on… Continue reading Shutting down
Diane's post about wild geese on Random Noodling last Poetry Friday reminded me of this poem. Are the geese doing their autumn flypast where you live? This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Diane at Random Noodling
************** We returned home on Tuesday from a wonderful two-week holiday that we spent exploring Salt Spring and Vancouver Islands. What fun it was to hike beach trails, find our way to an artisan bakery and a goat cheese factory, attend the Saturday market, and generally make friends with some beautiful spots on our B.C.… Continue reading beach poems
Photo by Fotolia Lightning fluorescent zig-zags crackles on the radio my heart skips a beat fluorescent blue-white against black-cushion ring box heaven’s diamond fling zig-zags prelude bass rumbles decay to stutters stillness patters rain crackles interfere chamber music percussion bringing storm inside on the stately notes flute, cello and violin static charges crash the rain… Continue reading Lightning
The Sisterhood Perhaps it’s because of my name that I feel such a kinship with flowers. I notice them like my husband notices vintage cars. Their colorful allure tugs at my camera — snap, snap, adjust, focus …snap. I need to own them, take them home. There I parade them on my computer screen in… Continue reading The Sisterhood
Coyote You cross our path trotting and jaunty tawny and hearty once in tall grass you stop, look back at us not frightened or shy but curiously cool I can only imagine the drama you bring to the marshes of mallards and meadows of dashing brown bunnies in this once-safe, peaceful paradise park © 2012… Continue reading Coyote
Violet Nesdoly 