Shannon Falls Haiga

My sister takes amazing nature photographs. When I saw these on her Facebook profile yesterday, complete with haiku she’d written (her first she says), I told her she should write more and my thought was, I’ve got to share these with other lovers of nature and poetry.

Poetry Friday is the perfect place. So here for your visual and reading pleasure is a suite of Shannon Falls Haiga – photos and haiku by Bea MacPherson (shared with her permission, of course).

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This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Kiesha Shephard at Whispers from the Ridge.

 

Spring Collection

Collage of Rhododendrons (Photos © 2017 by V. Nesdoly)

Polka dots, ruffles
salmon pink haute couture
let’s hear it for Rhodos
sweet, classic, demure,

© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved)

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Prompt – Inspiration:
Around this time of year, the rhododendrons start opening in all their glory around here. This carries on through May. This April 2014 poem was inspired by rhododendrons.

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This April I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by posting some not-as-yet published poems from my files, along with what inspired them. If the prompt inspires you to write a poem of your own, you’re welcome to share it in comments. Whether you write or not, thanks so much for dropping by!

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Cattails

fluffy, pale, shapeless
with just a hint of young self
cattails in old age

© 2017 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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Prompt – Inspiration
This haiku was inspired by the photo taken on a walk in March 2015.

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This April I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by posting some not-as-yet published poems from my files, along with what inspired them. If the prompt inspires you to write a poem of your own, you’re welcome to share it in comments. Whether you write or not, thanks so much for dropping by!

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Spring accessorizes

Photo © 2016 by V. Nesdoly

Photo © 2016 by V. Nesdoly

Photo © 2016 by V. Nesdoly

Winter’s grey-brown tweeds
sporting gold, ruby pendants
ruffles of pearl, pink

© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly
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Spring is unpacking her bags. As usual, they contain things that entice us to snap photos and write poems. I do hope Spring is making similar progress where you live. If not now, then soon!

This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Linda at Teacher Dance.

 

Elgin Park

In my post yesterday I wrote about DELIGHT. Today a poem about one of the places I love which gives me great delight—Elgin Park in South Surrey. Over the years we’ve walked the paths dozens of times and in every season. I always find something wonderful here!

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The forest path lures me
into a wood lush as a Rousseau painting
with wild Bleeding Heart
pink heads drooping like jilted lovers
and Salmonberry blossoms
petal-lamps of rose-stained glass
lighting the way
through tangled shrubs

In this wood I have seen
cityscapes of mushrooms
built on bluffs of log stumps
sturdy Dame’s Rocket, chaste Trillium
levitating Cranesbill and flowers so dainty
they could scarcely bear a name.
Today ferns everywhere
are growing nests of fiddles.

In the open I pass the gravel patch
where once Killdeers
in natty turtlenecks
played a game of flirt and fetch-me.
This day Lupins hold umbrella leaves
against an April sprinkle
biding the day their purple spires
spike the flat contour of meadow.

The stand of adolescent Poplars
are still in conversation
their slim, lithe trunks retain
the lilt of teenage limbs
graceful and self-conscious.

At the tide-temperamental Nicomekl
Heron stands his lonely guard
over exposed bottom of craggy oysters.
He hates for me to watch him
takes indolently to the air
croaking complaint.
A Loon has jumped my dollar coin
is diving near the boathouse by the pier.
Further along the Greenwinged Teals
play front-end loader
in the mud.

© 2008 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

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This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Donna at Mainely Write.

 

Autumn Song

Market Collage (Photos © 2015 by V. Nesdoly)

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 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

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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.

This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe.

 

fingers interlace

Photo © 2015 by V. Nesdoly

fingers interlace
forsythia and pine
it must be spring

© 2015 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)

 

October Fashion

Morning wears crisp cotton and smoky tulle

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 accessorized
her sensible green bouclé
with red leaf appliqués
of delicate Japanese maple.

© 2004 Capper’s Magazine. Also published by Prairie Messenger in 2006

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This is a repost. I first posted “October Fashion”  here exactly five years ago today. I hope fall is treating you to her head-turning style wherever you are!

This post is linked to Poetry Friday hosted today by the lovely Michelle Barnes at Today’s Little Ditty.