The winter berry is a cheery thing To land-bound creatures and those on the wing. It drapes in sprays along bare estate walls And festoons prickly ivy ten feet tall Lights up the cedar fences aged so dark Clusters on humble hedge twigs in the park. It spurns the gentler spring, summer and fall… Continue reading The Winter Berry
Yesterday’s fever broke in the evening This morning cool soothing air bathes face arms legs the neighborhood refreshed as if it slept deep and exhausted after sickness But sun’s warm hand upon my back warns temperature is rising and burning heat will soon again blister the brown grass make bright-eyed impatiens and roadside chicory droop… Continue reading Heat Wave
Summer's orchestra plays woodwind overture of a bird-filled morning. Viola hum of bees quark of oboe ducks blend with bowing violins of an insect-busy refrain Trombone slide convertibles show off the flashy third movement. Clink of cutlery and crystal are percussion tremolo laughter the piccolo trills of a pitch-perfect finale. Encore! © 2009 by Violet… Continue reading Summer Serenade
Born a common spark baby tongue creeps, crawls nibbles grasses, needles, twigs. Lambent cub egged on by wind. runs and leaps, laughs and licks. Hungry adolescent hunts smorgasbord of pine, hemlock, fir belches plumes of caustic smoke. Suffocating scent stampedes forest creatures to the glittering river sends wild-eyed homeowners in 4x4s loaded with papers, photos,… Continue reading Forest Usurper
From the first burp of a shoot bursting its tomb to the dozing off of a harvested plant life remains a mystery. There is significance in small things: the subterranean wisdom of earthworms the collegial hum of bees the fantasies of the cabbage grub the silent plodding of beetles and how ants and aphids conspire.… Continue reading Wisdom of the Scarecrow
“You hem me in – behind and before; You have laid your hand upon me.” Psalm 139:5 (NIV) Shut away inside this silken crypt I long for undulation on the pavements wriggling up trunks and along branches munching leaf to leaf. Those carefree sunny days have given way to terror as motionless, deaf and blind… Continue reading Transformation
Though the afternoon’s snow-cold breaths and gray vapors threaten to lower the curtain flowers keep bursting on stage. Magnolia’s tight rose buds fan out to pink confections Forsythia leaps graceful arcs of yellow Pieris dangles blushing clusters like exotic fruit. From shy mauve Lungwort uncoiling under somber juniper to Rhododendrons - fuchsia, orange and red… Continue reading April Show
Essence of spring drifts from the sticky buds, Robin’s lively lilt now wakes me early. Under the clouds, crocuses clutch a tight bouquet. Humming lawnmowers are summer’s elevator music. Robin’s lively lilt now wakes me early, The smell of sun screen seeps through all my clothes. Humming lawnmowers are summer’s elevator music. Fruit stand has… Continue reading Calendar
Gravel path separates sea and beach houses – enticing castles with great glass vistas, rustic arbors porticos of stone sheltering lazy loungers, chairs in conversation. Protected by moats – gardens, outlined in stone, brick, white picket, brown cedar, rounded shrubs smooth as shaved heads, filled with green velvet and planters spilling daffodils, pansies, sprays of… Continue reading On Crescent Beach
I take my walk just in time under the frowning sky, share the green with black crows and white gulls. They graze while I ponder should I give it up this tinkering with words that pilfers time from creased shirts and dusty corners? There’s little coin to justify hours spent and what will be its… Continue reading I take my walk just in time
Violet Nesdoly 