Category Archives: Light

Autumn Song

Collage of market produce

Market Collage (Photos © 2015 by V. Nesdoly)

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
are albino trees

Turnips love purple
radishes red
carrots, potatoes
won’t get out of bed

Corn’s teeth are stained
peaches and cream
gherkins escape in a
dill pickle dream

Pumpkins grow fat
like full harvest moons
goose gang flies south
honking its tunes

© 2009 by Violet Nesdoly

Happy October! This time of year begs for a seasonal poem. I dug this one out of my binder. I believe I wrote it in 2009.  It makes me wish I had a garden to harvest. The next best thing is a Farmer’s Market. The photo is a collage from the amazing Kelowna Farmer’s Market. I took the photos when we visited in late September last year.

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Posted by on October 2, 2015 in Nature, Light, Poetry Friday


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To runners true

This is the season of runs and marathons. It seems like every week there’s another one happening around here. I believe this weekend several of my family will be running in the Annual Saskatchewan Marathon (a Boston Marathon Qualifier race—not that they have designs on that). Then on August 22nd, my sister is running in the Canadian Team Diabetes 2015 Islandsbanki Reykjavik Marathon in Reykjavik, Iceland.

I am not a runner, but I do salute all runners of marathons, half-marathons, 10 km. races, even those who just run around a neighborhood block. I dedicate today’s poem to family members who are participating in marathons and other runs this year.


Running (Photo from

To runners true

You’re all warmed up
your number’s new
with the champing crowd
you wait the cue.
The cap-gun pops
its muffled “boo!”
There’s a starting line

The crowd soon thins
and you break through—
a Clydesdale runner
that’s not you.
Head of the pack
is soon in view
that record-holder
you’ll pursue.

Meters are slipping
strong and true
beneath your flighty
running shoe.
At checkpoint grab
energy brew
drink on the move
like champions do.

High as a kite
and happy too
this run’s a breeze
a whoop-de-do
until you stumble
almost fall
a tell-tale sign
you’ve hit the wall.

You can’t stop now
that isn’t you
quitting too soon
simply taboo.
You slow your
unaerobic pace
with run smarts you’ll
complete this race.

That lactic acid
you subdue
a second wind
you feel like new
spring in your step
like a kangaroo
the finish line
is now in view!

Jujitsu, kung-fu
though well behind
the race who’s who
you marathoned
and saw it through.
You deserve an Olympic
medal—you do!

© 2015 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

Poetry Friday LogoI’m linking this poem to Poetry Friday—my first Poetry Friday link-up in nine months. I’ve missed you wonderful poets! Poetry Friday is hosted today by Margaret at Reflections on the Teche.


Posted by on May 28, 2015 in Light, People, Poetry Friday


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Body weather

Boy blowing nose

Image courtesy Microsoft clipart.

Body Weather

Plugged-up nose
predicts a cold front
scratchy throat
a storm warning.

Gusts of sneezes
are soon a blizzard
of blowing spray
100% possibility of precipitation.

Tissues accumulate
in drifts, filling trashcans
calm eye of the story
followed by a rough trough

of sneezes and coughs.
My nose is a windsock
head locked
in a supercell

that weakens to a drizzle
of draining mucus
while Kleenex flurries

Winds die down at last
fog begins lifting
long-range forecast is hopeful
clear and calm in a week.

© 2015 by V. Nesdoly (All rights reserved)


I wrote this poem last January. Perhaps it’s my new but unwelcome tradition—a New Year cold as I’m again in the grip of this sort of body weather. So I’m staying in and hunkering down. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone!


Posted by on January 6, 2015 in Light, People


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Winter blossoms

Lighted trees in Douglas Park - Langley, BC, Canada

Lighted trees in Douglas Park – Langley, BC, Canada

Winter blossoms

In the verdant season
under sun’s bright ray
in its warm expanding light
trees flower by day.

In the other season
of cold and fading light
pines and cedars, trunks and twigs
bloom at break of night.

© 2014 by V. Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

Posted by on December 10, 2014 in Christmas, Light, Nature


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Deck the streets

Workmen putting up Christmas lights

Our city workers decorating the streets for Christmas. (© 2014 by V. Nesdoly)

Deck the streets

Deck the streets
with boughs of holly
Christmas trees
and Santas jolly

stars and wise men
in the night
guided to
the King of light.

© 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved.



We caught sight of these city workers putting up Christmas lights on our walk this morning… and the above little ditty floated into my head.

Hope your town will be as pretty as our will soon be. Below is a collage of some of my town’s decorations from past years.

Past Christmases in our town. (© 2014 by V. Nesdoly)

Past Christmases in our town. (© 2014 by V. Nesdoly)



Posted by on November 28, 2014 in Christmas, Light, Religious


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Summer advice

Beach umbrella & hat at the beach

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 blogging here for a few weeks. I’ll be back sometime in August. Wishing you all sweet summer days.

Poetry Friday LogoThis post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Linda at Write Time.


Posted by on July 10, 2014 in Acrostic, Light, Poetry Friday


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Sock Hop

On Tuesday I took my walk after a heavy morning shower. On a section of the pathway beside the creek I saw snail after snail. There must have been 10 or more! I bet I know why they were out there.

Sock Hop poem with snail collage


In case you can’t read the fancy font:

Sock Hop

The downpour drumbeats on the whorls of rooftop
irresistible call to a rain dance sock hop

V. Nesdoly (all rights reserved)


Snail Facts

For those more interested in facts than whimsy, here are a few snail facts (from and

  • The trail of mucous a snail leaves behind is a lubricant to reduce friction against  the surfaces over which it travels. Snail mucous won’t make you sick.
  • A snail moves about 50 yards per hour or 1.3 cm. per second—slowly but steadily.
  • Snails can see and sense sound vibrations. Upper tentacles are the eyes, the lower ones pick up vibrations.
  • Snails are hermaphrodites, that is, they have both male and female parts. But they must mate with another snail to reproduce (lay eggs).
  • A snail’s lifespan (dependent on habitat and species) varies from 5 to even 25 years.
  • Snails are usually nocturnal and if they’re out during the day, don’t like bright sunshine (which is probably why they were out dancing on our cloudy Tuesday morning).

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This post is part of Poetry Friday, hosted this week by the effervescent Catherine at Catherine Johnson.


Posted by on June 12, 2014 in Kids, Light, Nature


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