Category Archives: Poetry

Poetry in Nature’s Prose

Always be a poet, even in prose.

Charles Baudelaire

Nature’s  verses can now be heard, whispered in the waters of a rushing brook or sung by a summer breeze across the expanse of a rolling river.


au sable river, michigan

Au Sable River, Michigan


Days Like Sweet-Scented Herbs

Day and night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs.

–Henry David Thoreau

Kensington Park, Michigan

Matthaei Gardens, University of Michigan

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

To Sail Beyond the Sunset

Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars…
—–Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ulysses

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

Come, Gentle Night, Loving Night

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,
Give me my Romeo. And when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Happy Valentine’s Day from W. Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Newburgh Lake, Michigan


I Hear It in the Deep Heart’s Core

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

William B. Yeats, Lake Isle of Innisfree

On this February day, my thoughts drift to summer memories.

Newburgh Lake, Michigan