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)
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
Summer Advice Savor the moment Let your mind wander Only rise When you’re good and ready Don’t rush around Or meet any deadlines Wile away the day No pressure © 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *************** It’s summer and I’m about to take my own advice. I will be taking a break from… Continue reading Summer advice
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
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
Summer Plans My mom has signed me up for summer camp. That’s twenty-one meals in the dining hall. It’s shivering in a towel that’s always damp and taking dares to scale the climbing wall. It’s harnessing to be the zip line champ contests of shooting with the basketball. Can’t wait for campfire and those yummy… Continue reading Summer Plans
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