We have a beautiful paperbark maple in the back yard. It is one of the last trees to green up in spring and to redden in the fall. We see it from our kitchen window. When it is in full color, it’s almost as if there is a glowing presence outside, looking in at us.… Continue reading What is this light?
This is another poem inspired by a walk and the autumn leaves, which are particularly spectacular this year. Fall Collection I’m collecting fashion pixels leaves so stunning, dyed and pressed. With this season’s stylish outfits Autumn’s golden runways dressed. Slender sleeves of limey yellow ric rac trim of flaming blush bouffant skirt of lacy sun… Continue reading Fall Collection
preserves multitudes of yellow leaves illumine the park floor the crop of summer's sunny days dehydrated for winter's store © 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved) *************** This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by foody extraordinaire, Jama at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
EXPOSED! Through the summer night and day spider spins her life away weaving gossamer entrapments for her unsuspecting prey. Threads from clothes upon the line between my beans upon the vine and when I go through my front door I break more threads ticklish and fine. Until one misty day in fall from tiny shrubs… Continue reading Exposed!
Autumn Song Lettuce has bolted rhubarb has plumed cabbage grown plump the onions have bloomed Apples hide stars tomatoes mandalas green pews hold peas mushrooms umbrellas Beets count their rings like old hickories cauliflowers are albino trees Turnips love purple radishes red carrots, potatoes won’t get out of bed Corn’s teeth are stained peaches and… Continue reading Autumn Song
Our weather has turned gorgeous again after a couple of weeks of welcome rain. The last few days remind me of a September holiday we took some years ago. We spent part of it in the area of B.C. called the Sunshine Coast. On that trip we drove the whole highway from Langdale (near Gibsons)… Continue reading Savary Island in September
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
We got back from our vacation in Dawson Creek, B.C. at the end of July. Dawson Creek is a town in northeast B.C. Near Alberta's western boundary, it is Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway. Our daughter's family moved there some months ago, and this was our second visit (the first was this winter/spring). One… Continue reading Dawson Trail Tanka (1)
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