************* 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
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
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.
Violet Nesdoly 