Category Archives: Poetry

A Memory as Its Trace

This river before me emerging quietly from the forest, then disappearing back into the wilderness–leaving a memory as its only trace.  Like a lost love.

Sturgeon River, Michigan

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All the World will be in Love with Night

April 23 traditionally marks William Shakespeare’s birthday.  Belatedly, from Romeo and Juliet, one of my favorite passages.

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,
Give me my Romeo.  And when I 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.

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Waiting on the Green

I used to think that enjoying southern Michigan’s woods had to await  the first green shoots of spring, but that was then.  Now, I’ve learned  that blue sky, warm breezes, and Steve Winwood on the car CD will suffice, whilst verdant colors are yet a couple weeks off.

Kensington Park, Michigan

Kensington Park, Michigan

 

Shakespeare for Easter: The Quality of Mercy

For Easter Sunday…

The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.  It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

William Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice

Kensington Park, Michigan

Kensington Park, Michigan

Photo Challenge: Inspiration Touches the Deep Heart’s Core

Inspiration appears without fanfare, mirrored in lake waters on a still summer day in northern Michigan.

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.
——W.B. Yeats

au sable river, michigan