Tag Archives: poetry

The Tangled Weave of a Michigan Autumn

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

Shakespeare, Midsummer Night’s Dream

kensington park michigan

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The Soul’s Merging

I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched… Eventually the watcher joined the river, and there was only one of us. I believe it was the river.

Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It

Where Dusk is a Sheltering Cloak

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs:
Come, my friends,
‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
–Alfred Tennyson, Ulysses

On the shore of  a Northern lake, the lingering dusk is a sheltering cloak, an invitation
to contemplation. 

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

A World of Still Waters and Silent Forests

Getting off the beaten path in Michigan can lead to a window to a world of still waters and silent forests, where tufted clouds coast across a summer sky.

Pigeon River state forest, Michigan

Every path but your own is the path of fate; keep on your own track then.
–Henry David Thoreau  

 

Pigeon River Forest, Michigan

Pigeon River forest, Michigan

Subtle Something that Renews the Spirit

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
–Robert Louis Stevenson

just inland from Lake Huron

Huron National Forest, Michigan