We have a paperbark maple tree in the back yard which is always tardy--the last to green up in the spring and the last to glow red in the fall. In fact today it is still green, though that green fades a little more each day. I have photographed it in its last blush through… Continue reading What is this light?
Fall is the season of delicious new-crop apples. We're working on a bag of this year's Spartans--crisp, juicy, sweet-and-sour… so good! Today, a couple of apple poems to celebrate this delicious fall fruit. Apple Collection Because they come in wood, brass, marbleclocks, tiles and trivets Because their roundness pleasestheir coats of red, yellow, green and… Continue reading Apples
Today is the first day of fall. How quickly the summer sped by! The changing of the season along with the recent passing of Queen Elizabeth and others among my family and acquaintances is on my mind as I post today’s blog of two poems from the archives. Autumn Foliage - © 2022 - V.… Continue reading Autumn on my mind
September Sunflowers Slowly the days have been getting shorter, the nights coming on sooner. Though our August went out in a heat wave with balmy temperatures morning to night, this first week of September the mornings have been positively chilly. Yesterday on our pre-breakfast walk, both hubby and I wore gloves to ward off the… Continue reading Seasonal Junction
Today is the Autumnal Equinox–officially the first day of Fall (or Autumn). In honor of the changing season, I give you an ode celebrating one of Fall’s most popular gifts, the handsome and versatile pumpkin. To Pumpkin You kept the new world’shungry pioneers and pilgrims alivewith your soft sweet fleshand nutty seeds,their feet warm with… Continue reading Welcome Fall!
Wild Rose Roundabout I unfurl my face to you— now that it’s almost May. It was a juicy April with lots of wet-root days. To January and February’s sparrows and chickadees my shriveled red ancestors were food. Leaves paled and lost their grip driven crazy by November’s gales. Ripening in August heat, hard green hips… Continue reading Wild Rose Roundabout (NPM ’16-Day 29)
Violet Nesdoly 