Friday, October 30, 2020

Farm Song

 


 Carol Purington’s new book, Farm Song, has been described by a distinguished haiku poet as “a well-done collection of fascinating photos and excellent haiku.” Hundreds of new and old family photographs counterpoint imagery presented in hundreds of haiku. Birds and babies, grandparents and gardeners, and the seasonal flow of farm work are accompanied by much laughter and many faces of love. 

Farm Song can be purchased directly from Carol for $30.00, which includes shipping by USPS Media Mail.

To contact Carol send a message from the Poetry page on this website (link below) and she will respond.

http://www.woodslawnfarm.com/p/poetry.html





Friday, July 10, 2020

Remembering Mom

Remembering Mom today. This is the picture I took last year. The white iris is Mom surrounded by her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Jean

This picture is one I took at the celebration of life. A long row of homegrown flowers in mason jars - so fitting a tribute. Dave

Joyce is preparing scallops, fried potatoes, and fried green tomatoes for supper, 3 of Mom's favorites. Bob

Monday, May 18, 2020

Farm Song: haiku by Carol Purington

Carol Purington’s new book, Farm Song, featuring more than 400 of her haiku and over 600 farm and family photographs will be available soon. Contact Nancy Purington for ordering information.
nanpur33@gmail.com

Announcement of Carol’s new book on the front page of the Pur(r)in(g)ton Family Newsletter, Spring 2020.

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Mother’s Day Haiku and Tanka


A swirl of high clouds
between the retreating sun
and the frosted earth
My mother folds away the old quilts
that did not save her asters

 Fire in the woodstove
The monarch butterfly waits for the sun
to warm its wings

 Swallows have swept
this summer's sky for the final time,
have left for their other lives
in another world
and I remember you

The clothesline
light with cobwebs
a cricket's gleam

Four generations

This hepatica
whose freshness lasts for an hour . . .
if left in the woods I wouldn't have seen it,
wouldn't have seen it wilt

Twilight…
missing the bats
that always flew from barn to pond

Under bare maples
and around a sharp corner
to the field where the one-room schoolhouse
     stands – only in my mother’s words

Blue flowers
from the woods
she remembers May baskets

Spring Beauty

Wishing
the blossoms of spring
to swell slowly
      . . . as if time can give
     what eternity promises

Quiet bedroom
somehow the presence
of her absence

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 Carol’s Mother’s Day Wish

While raising 10 other children,
three of them born after I came home,
She accomplished Himalayas of laundry, Rocky Mountains of cooking,
and Fruitful Plains of flowery gardens

In the midst of all this activity
She did everything I needed and almost everything I wanted

Because she fed, bathed, and made wrinkle-free beds,
I spent more than 50 years in bed without a pressure sore,
no case of pneumonia, not even a single night in a hospital

I was a reader and she found perfect books
at the library and on the bookmobile
I was a writer and she scribbled my confusing corrections
in crowded margins
I was a poet and she brought me stories
of outdoor experiences
that I could turn into haiku and tanka
I was a bookmaker and she helped me design covers
measure and cut and tape, choose fonts and evaluate colors
She packaged and mailed hundreds of books

She participated in every aspect of my life,
Always with interest and engagement

She was at least half my memory

Now she relaxes on her sunny porch
Great-grandchildren and hummingbirds
swirl by

Happy Mother’s Day
To my amazing
And very dear mother

You gave life to me twice –
once on November 16, 1949
and again day by day starting in the 1950s

With love,
Carol

Coming soon . . .the new book of haiku by Carol, illustrated with many photos of the family and farm.

Monday, April 6, 2020

COVID-19 Sequence


Sunlit stump
chips of a chipmunk
deepen the stillness

The children’s game
whispering around me
quiet rain

Last night’s spring runoff
the quiet river carrying itself
away

Voices of unseen geese
fade north
I hold my breath

Child’s bedtime
the blanket that grew
on a sheep we know

Good Friday service
a branch of pussywillows
throws spiky shadows

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Early Spring flowers - Glory of the Snow

Sunday, March 8, 2020

Poems for Spring

Double rainbow over Woodslawn Farm. March 28, 2016. Photo by George Gutierrez.

Driving past too quickly
to name its aroma -
that crimson bush

Harsh warnings
from a vivid jay
the low barometer drops lower

Early spring fields
under a double rainbow
as the old man dies

From woods to garden,
from garden to feeder
a speck of goldfinch

I think these haiku have never before been on this site. They were written new for Farm Song, which is now making amazing progress, with transcontinental help from Nancy.
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