Day 19 NaPoWriMo 2022

Last night around ten the wind started howling, something wet started hitting the windows and before you knew it, snow! Well, the weather guys had been salivating over this nor’easter so it wasn’t too big a surprise but still. My last thought was hoping I wouldn’t regret not rigging some sort of tarp over the daffodils, since it sounded more like ice but I wasn’t motivated to try and figure that out in the dark and slop.

This morning there were several inches of wet heavy snow but pretty much everything was poking up without apparent damage. I had just taken out the snow clearing pusher from the car so I used the ice scraper to get it done.

overnight late snow
poor farmer’s fertilizer
last gasp of winter

where the world was brown
now the grass pokes up bright green
sparkling in snow

Does April mean spring?
perhaps, but nothing rules out
sudden late snowfalls

snow today and gone
before it can be shoveled
a yearly reset

those itching to plant
some seeds and plants and gardens
late April Fool’s joke!

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Day 18 NaPoWriMo 2022

Today was warm, sort of. The morning was a write off. I drove over to New Lebanon and stopped at Hand Hollow. Things looked brown and green seemed far off even thouogh it’s *right there* – so close. Not yet.

I came home and set up my little sit on cart to paint daffodils. They may get covered with snow overnight and looking back, that’s become rather traditional. They are really so lovely and I look forward to them every year and enjoy their blooming days. I hope they don’t have too rough a night. These haiku came out of the last one which was jotted down in my pocket notebook. Glad it didn’t get away.

middle of april
despite the daffodils’ glow
snow taps my window

trying not to paint
each petal, many petals
blur of daffodils

tonight’s wind sings
through trees heavy with blossoms
let the song be kind

small twig quivering
i cannot ask you to rest
from singing with wind

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Day 17 NaPoWriMo 2022 – Haiku Day

I am calling it a rest day, since I was out and around and ate way too much for dinner tonight. Here are the haiku that I mushed together with minor massaging into yesterday’s sonnet:

april seventeen
easter, pesach, ramadan
but it’s haiku day!

it is haiku day
so seventeen syllables
seventeen is all

perhaps slow starting
but once you’ve got one written
they get easier

so everything comes
in the form of seventeen
five seven and five

not traditional?
an american sentence
formed of seventeen.

whatever you see
or hear or do, haiku day
distilling the world

PS it snowed today after some overnight rain, but the new plants seemed ok.

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Day 16 NaPoWriMo 2022

The NaPoWriMo prompt suggested we “write a curtal sonnet. This is a variation on the classic 14-line sonnet. The curtal sonnet form was developed by Gerard Manley Hopkins, and he used it for what is probably his most famous poem, “Pied Beauty.” A curtal sonnet has eleven lines, instead of the usual fourteen, and the last line is shorter than the ten that precede it.”

Now, I have written quite a number of sonnets, but lately it’s haiku that captures the day for me. Sometimes I’ll take some scrap of stalled poem and squeeze out what it’s about into haiku because it leaves out all the fluff and nonsense.

Having said all that, tomorrow is National Haiku Day, April seventeenth of course, and I was already thinking about how to spend tomorrow doing extra haiku in amongst all the other stuff that’s come together on a Sunday in April. I had already started some haiku on the topic of haiku day when I read the prompt and wondered if that could work. So here it is, my apologies to Gerard Manley Hopkins and anyone else.

April seventeenth, two thousand and twenty-two
Easter, Pesach, Ramadan and it’s haiku day!
yearly haiku day, just seventeen syllables
seventeen is all, perhaps hard to start
but once you’ve written the first, they get easier
soon everything comes unfurling in seventeens.

Five seven and five. less traditional?
an American sentence modern seventeen
whatever you see or hear or do, Haiku Day,
distilling the world, capturing just the essence
open your ears – write!

and finally an example of why you don’t weed gardens until plants are recognizable. First spread of the several years old patch of virginia bluebells

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Day 15 NaPoWriMo 2022

Gee I almost forgot to post these. Mom and I took a trip to our favorite nursery and we both came home with some plants. I did bring home some creeping thyme. There are several places around where it seems to do well either by itself or mixed with grass and it always smells so good.

Thanks Mom for the new plants and metal cat and cool notebooks!

picked one of these and
two of those and these pretty
pots of primula

i knew many names
for plants – scientific names
it’s my private game

is this monarda?
yes this is coreopsis.
sniff this is thymus.

I planted all in
front garden with partial shade
where daffodils bloom

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