My Door County : Poetry
Late August Morning at Emma's - Aug 25, 2009 - 7:56:46 AM
Hands clasped, softly
we walk the bed of cedar,
a new wind out of the north,
stop to watch a diving loon,
admire rocks at land's edge
awash in teal and cobalt blues,
snakes--two of them--faded brown,
an Indian paintbrush
swaying in orange.  Now
overhead the whisper of wings--

My Door County : Poetry
November - Nov 6, 2007 - 4:05:08 PM

There is always that last day,

the one you never want to see

and yet what is more beautiful?

This is the day before the day

when November settles in.

This is the day out in the woods

when last silver moths

are winging from moss to leaf,

the day of the last chorus

of swans in the bay.

My Door County : Poetry
A Sigh of Relief? - Apr 23, 2007 - 9:23:06 AM
Was it a sigh of relief?

My Door County : Poetry
Spring Snow - Apr 16, 2007 - 3:35:36 PM
Haiku

My Door County : Poetry
At Toft's Point - Mar 31, 2007 - 12:00:44 PM
I believe in the new moon
and the wind that stirs
this delicate bounty of spring.