A few weeks ago on my walk past Logan Creek, where I walk almost every day, I caught sight of this bird. I’m not sure what kind of bird it is, but I’m quite sure I know what it was up to. (The photo turned out to be the perfect prompt for April 12 of… Continue reading Spring project
************* Despite my accident earlier this spring, I've been getting out for a walk most days. Perhaps the fact that I go more slowly (cane and all) has heightened my enjoyment of spring this year. Many days what I see on my walk becomes the day's poem (especially this April when I've been challenging myself… Continue reading Magnolia haiku
Earth Song They call me sod loam, dirt clay, turf, dust. In cahoots with rain, rocks and roots worms and grubs perforated by ants and moles aquifers and oil veined with lead, copper, gold and hiding diamonds and coal cables, wires and pipes I hold your huts and your tents your houses and barns anchor… Continue reading Earth Song
HOW BIRDS SING by Kay Ryan One is not taxed; one need not practice; one simply tips the throat back over the spine axis and asserts the chest. (Go HERE to read the rest. Scroll down a bit...) *************** Right around the end of last year, Mary Lee Hahn offered a Kay Ryan book giveaway… Continue reading The song of birds
Thanks to Keri at Keri Recommends and Dorraine Bennet at Dori Reads for adding wonderful rays of sunshine to my day and, over the last little while, nominating this blog for a SUNSHINE AWARD! That's definitely the way to brighten up a foggy January! Here are the (flexible) rules: 1. Acknowledge the nominating bloggers 2.… Continue reading January Sunshine
Summer Serenade 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… Continue reading Summer Serenade
Skagit Valley Tulip Festival Red, pink and yellow on the distant horizon like a rainbow mirage beckons flower-hunters. Textured strips of wine, crimson magenta, plum, canary blanket the fields a crocheted afghan of color. Packed clay borders teem with beauty-seekers. Couples walk hand-in-hand. Old women push walkers over the lumpy earth beside middle-aged daughters pleased… Continue reading Skagit Valley Tulip Festival
Spring is truly on its way where I live—something that makes poem-writing in April a lot easier. This is one of my poem-a-day efforts from this week along with the scene that inspired it. This post is submitted to Poetry Friday, hosted this week by Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.
Houston Trail - Langley BC Peacock ferns, prehistoric, lush draw us into the dim, cedar-canopied wood. Uprooted trunks sprawl, branches arc, snapped limbs leap in frozen pirouettes. Slim apparitions forever grope, reach, grasp a menagerie of many-appendaged moon monsters sculpted from dripping filigree and moss macramé. Victim of the spell in Mother’s warning: “If you… Continue reading Houston Trail – Langley BC
fog penetrates cold through jackets bites into boots and gloves grips bones greedy for more breathes on windows slips under doors muffles traffic’s roar with cotton batting drivers grope through the tulle maneuver cautious past blurred landscapes strain to see crimson pinpricks ahead standards looming green, yellow, red weakens under distant globe like consciousness after… Continue reading fog
Violet Nesdoly 