Category Archives: Poetry

We See into the Life of Things

While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.
–William Wordsworth

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

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Summer Solace

I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak
Of one that lov’d not wisely but too well.

Shakespeare, Othello

Huron National Forest, Michigan

For Peace Comes Dropping Slow

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

William B. Yeats, Lake Isle of Innisfree

To Sail Beyond the Sunset

I would  rather be…a place…or perhaps a state of mind.

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

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Miracle of Snowflakes

She could not fathom the hexagonal miracle of snowflakes formed from clouds, crystallized fern and feather that tumble down to light on a coat sleeve, white stars melting even as they strike. How did such force and beauty come to be in something so small and fleeting and unknowable?”

Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child

This weekend’s foot of  snow has given the Michigan landscape a white frosting, but the ephemeral nature of our weather ensures that its presence will be fleeting.  Before it disappears, come walk with me across an icy stream and  along  a woodland trail.

Kensington Park, Michigan

WPC, Tour Guide: Mildly Intoxicating Feeling of Beauty

The enjoyment of beauty has a peculiar, mildly intoxicating quality of feeling. Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.

–Sigmund Freud

Nothing quite as serene as  a summer sunset over a local Michigan lake,  the sky lit by a golden glow and a stillness in the air.

Photo Challenge:  Tour Guide 

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Newburgh Lake, Michigan