Haiku, nature

Cherry blossom time

Cherry Blossom Time Pink spring debutantes ball gown ruffles, froth and lace cherry trees in bloom Strawberry milkshakes line Vancouver avenues cotton candy hair Blush cherry petals one hundred trillion hankies beckoning the bees © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly ********************* It's cherry blossom time in Vancouver. The photo above was one I took last year… Continue reading Cherry blossom time

nature, Sonnet

April Special

April Special  (A choose your own ending poem) Maitre d’ offers a menu of rain for starters a sprinkle, a spitting, a mist my glasses are blurry, my hair is damp-kissed but hors d’oeuvre about which I will not complain. Wind and cloud waitresses proffer the main with all-day-long drizzle, deluge and flood the road… Continue reading April Special

15 words or less poems, nature

exposé

EXPOSÉ Pink seam held teal together so beautifully till black oozed out. Now everyone knows. © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly *********** This poem is in response to the photo of the Portuguese man-of-war that poet Laura Purdie Salas posted on her blog as a Thursday prompt. The challenge is to come up with a poem… Continue reading exposé

nature

El Nino Spring

El Nino Spring Worn out from all the push and bluster trees lean wearily northeast or lie broken and surrendered across limb-strewn streets. Drains are clogged with stubble of pine hair of cedar. Curbs catch once nubile catkins, fugitive leaves, pink drifts of downed petals. My poor crocuses who faithfully held high fistfuls of closed… Continue reading El Nino Spring

nature

Winter Metamorphosis

Winter Metamorphosis All day dull rain sobs grey soaking the green-brown turf autumn leaves orange and red now rot to rust and earth grizzled coiffures of trees scribble gunmetal sky chill darkness falls at four and still the gutters cry. Before we open shades we sense unearthly bright the frost has bled earth dry embalmed… Continue reading Winter Metamorphosis

nature

November morning

November morning This cold sulky morning Earth is her true Monday self the last urge to impress with sun and warmth quelled in October. Now days are at the mercy of how bitter, irritable nasty and vile she will get. No need to tone down tantrums because tender May or June are about. In the… Continue reading November morning