October Fashion Morning wears crisp cotton and smoky tulle woven through with gold light. North Shore mountains are sensibly dressed in darkest denim, their tops hidden, cozy under unrolling bolts of blue- and grey-tinged fleece. The park has thrown on a shawl of embroidered leaves in tangerine, scarlet, yellow wine, olive. Even dwarf cedar has… Continue reading October Fashion
This is Thanksgiving Weekend in Canada and I should probably be posting an overtly thankful poem. Let this be its substitute, for it sings the praises of some of the things for which I am most thankful: the ability to walk, beautiful places to walk, someone to walk with, fall colours, fall mists, the Creator… Continue reading The sun dreams palely down
As I mentioned in part 1, Dawson Trail, in Dawson Creek, B.C. is lined with granite boulders that have tanka engraved on them. These poems celebrate the seasons, flowers, birds, and critters of the area. If you missed part 1, it's HERE. Here are four more poems you'll find on the Dawson Trail. If… Continue reading Dawson Trail Tanka (2)
Ant “…the ants switched tasks. They switched in some directions but not in others. The general pattern is a flow of workers into foraging from all other tasks. The flow seems to originate with the nest maintenance workers, and once an ant leaves nest maintenance work, it will not go back.” – Deborah Gordon, Ants… Continue reading Ant
Holidays Another newly minted coin rolls from the satin purse of night adds yet more hours of wealth to the collection of summertime perfection. © 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) ************** We’re recently back from holidays, which can sometimes feel other-worldly and too good to be true. We are also in the middle… Continue reading Holidays
August Here already —with your brown lawns and leggy baskets blushing tomatoes and blackening berries, hairy, husky ears of corn? Your arrival means it’s time for our last summer fling on ferry boats to azure islands where we’ll walk beaches with nervous crickets and hungry wasps hunt shells, snap starfish read in the dappled shade… Continue reading August
Writing Beside the path that winds through my waking and sleeping, grow, like wild flowers, scenes, insights, connections. Some days I am too rushed or distracted to see. On others I am wiser, live with the perception that gathers a bouquet, chooses one or two to press between the covers of a book. © 2004… Continue reading Writing
On Tuesday I took my walk after a heavy morning shower. On a section of the pathway beside the creek I saw snail after snail. There must have been 10 or more! I bet I know why they were out there. In case you can't read the fancy font: Sock Hop The downpour drumbeats… Continue reading Sock Hop
Walk the Beach Set crickets flying from crabby grass and weeds shimmering on the sandy foreshore. Hop logs of driftwood forest clamber over algae-green rock tricky as black ice. Crunch broken shells jingle the shingle always at an angle. Spring-step spongy blackened sea grass squish onion bulbs of kelp. Take off shoes let soles read… Continue reading Walk the Beach
Welcome to Poetry Friday. I'm delighted to host you today from the branches of the latest avian property. Lark Listing You don’t need a formal foyer mudroom and a laundry too kitchen with a granite counter fireplaces not a few great big master, walk-in closets double basins in the loo when your wallpaper’s spring blossom… Continue reading Poetry Friday – tree branch edition
Violet Nesdoly 