For November, at Michelle Barnes's Today's Little Ditty, a challenge was suggested by editor, Ann Rider. We were asked to write a poem about a place of refuge and solace. The challenge poems are all found here. I have illustrated my contribution, a haiku sequence, with a photo from a nearby woods:
The Woods: Haiku
watching holes I poke
fill with water
I close my eyes
to feel the give of moss
unable not to
shuffle through the leaves
...shall I sing, too?
sound of sleet
Head west to visit fellow librarian, Jone, at Check It Out.
"this effervescent sound of sleet" - Gorgeous. As is your sequence presented with the image above. Thanks for sharing, Diane!ReplyDelete
I don't know that you get a lot of sleet in your neck of the woods, but up here, the sound of it is exactly like being immersed in a giant glass of seltzer!Delete
I agree -- a giant glass of seltzer!Delete
"unable not toReplyDelete
shuffle through the leaves
...shall I sing, too?"
- oh that we can sing the song of a thousand mornings (mary oliver) every single day. :)
I'm honored that you made a connection to Mary Oliver!Delete
I would love to hear you sing while the moss drips a counterpoint. :-)ReplyDelete
Not a good thing to wish for. I love to sing, but it's mostly out of tune with the words in a hash!Delete
I love that you show how the woods takes on different personas with each season, Diane. It's no wonder this place of solace means so much to so many. Beautiful presentation, as always!ReplyDelete
BTW, the poems are all the same, of course, but this might be an easier link for folks to view all the poems from the November challenge: https://padlet.com/TodaysLittleDitty/RefugeSolaceDelete
Thanks, Michelle, I changed it.Delete
Thanks, Michelle! I wonder how the woods of FL compare with those of NH?Delete
Your picture reminds me of a place where a spring bubbled near our cabin, Diane, and now you've given it a voice for me. I love that change made, lively as each season is.ReplyDelete
Hold onto that memory, Linda!Delete
Beautiful sequence, Diane! Your sensory details are wonderful and transport me to the woods.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Jama. The woods, if you take the time, can appeal to all your senses. Including taste--I'm thinking of wintergreen, wild blueberries.Delete
That last haiku is just perfect, Diane - I shall think of sleet differently now.ReplyDelete
Unfortunately, we're generally stuck thinking of sleet and treacherous driving.Delete
Diane, these words pop out at me for a visual and auditory experience in the woods: feel the give of moss, shuffle through the leaves, and this effervescentReplyDelete
sound of sleet. Needless to say, your haiku sequence is wonderful.
Thanks, Carol. I try!Delete
GORGEOUS. You made me laugh with "...shall I sing, too?" And who ever would describe sleet as effervescent, and yet I knew it precisely. Wonderful.ReplyDelete
I'm happy you recognized it, Heidi.Delete
Oh, for a nearby patch of woods. I could use some of this kind of solace on a regular basis.ReplyDelete
There are lots of woods within a short drive (like 5 or 10 minutes), the thing is, it's hard to find someone to accompany me. It's a sad world when we have to avoid going into the woods alone.Delete
I am now remembering that sleeting sound, far south here in North FlordiaReplyDelete
with your evocative Haiku, Diane. Thank you.
And moss - the thought of it/the image of it always makes me feel soft.
Appreciations for this post.
This is enchanting, Diane! Such a wonderful description of the winter woods.ReplyDelete
Diane, the presentation of your sequence is gorgeous. I can feel the moss give underfoot and hear the sound of shuffling leaves. Thank you!ReplyDelete
Very richly worded, Diane - esp.the "effervescent sound of sleet!" Perfectly described.ReplyDelete
I love the combo of the photo and the words. And this: "this effervescentReplyDelete
sound of sleet" perfecto.