The River Remains

the river mocks us sometimesits waves flickering in and out of light and shadowslike the way you can almost, but not quite, catch the magician’s illusion, or a new friend’s emotion.the river laughs at humanity’s follies,the way we trust when pain is imminent.the river remains,even in times of darkness,and it will remain here long afterContinue reading “The River Remains”

Impossibles Possibled

We machined onward,trying to ignore the tempest behind us,and before us,and all around,entired in a mounting whirlwind. The outlook tabled against us,peaced together uncertainly by those afraid of peace, because it’s easier to fear than to love.Only later,would history tellwho footed the billand who industried the plotbut notwho opened their hearts,the impossibles possibled when weContinue reading “Impossibles Possibled”

Wealth of Seasons

Apple pickingUnder sunshine andTurning over the garden– Utilizing the lastMismatched veggiesNeglected in the weedsWhistling winds andIcicles shimmeringNext to the doorways, under eaves,Turning to dripping puddles under sunlightEffervescent melodies, sung together, joyRememberedSoft blooms ofPetals dancing alongsideRivers playing,Inviting life.Nights grow shorter, daysGrow longer Sparklers twinkleUmbrellas wrinkle, packed away.MeltyMemories shared,Everyone thereRelaxing I wrote this poem for Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Wealth of Seasons”

Friendship’s Glow

home isn’t determined by birth or naturebut by relationships that carry us throughthe adventures we face with hope or fear,the unknowns that awake in morning dew.aurora, moonglow, and sunny light beam:the shine of friendship guides us through the gloom.it’s the seal that gathers life at its seams.it’s the rich earth allowing flowers to bloom,building offContinue reading “Friendship’s Glow”

Sunshine Kayak

under glistening sunlight, we won’t look back,for our sister’s river tripwe can’t fail to pack:three children’s lifejackets,plus spares for the cousins,the little blue coolerwith its bag of crushed ice,cherry tomatoes from the garden,and all that beef jerky,cucumbers, cheese,and our favorite summer sausage,way too much water,and not enough beer,SPF 60 for mom,but SPF 30 for theContinue reading “Sunshine Kayak”

Glacial Wonders

They call them “glacial potholes”.I wonder, why not something more majestic?not something I giggle over –as if we need more potholes in Wisconsin–but true to their ancient legacy,from when glaciers concealed this place, and then, further back to when thick lava oozed to form these warbly basalt cragsthat hid beneath the sand and ice thatContinue reading “Glacial Wonders”

MaMaWriMo

I belong to a Facebook group of mothers who are also writers, and they celebrate “Mama” WriMo every August in place of November’s NaNoWriMo. I think this concept is brilliant and, even though August isn’t the best time for me to do a lot of writing (it’s lesson-planning, back-to-school month), I was able to sneakContinue reading “MaMaWriMo”

Love vs. Hate

It starts as a trickling streamflooding into a swampy mirehatred thick with lava firegrowing turmoil in the unseenflooding into a swampy mireit starts as a trickling streamIt starts a whisper of songa hopeful, budding melodylove’s verses growing freeat the chorus, we join alonga hopeful, budding melodyit starts as a whisper of song I wrote thisContinue reading “Love vs. Hate”

Go with the Flow

when I page through memories with you,water always takes the stage:a glistening ocean under equatorial sun, a waterfall dive after too much fun, hand-in-hand in the moonlight with toes dipping as stars take flight, muddling through currents with flip-flops on, splashing through the river and my paddle– gone, hopelessly, helplessly,happy memories flow by as weContinue reading “Go with the Flow”

Lawn Chairs at Twilight

The croaking frogs sing a lullaby at twilight, harmonizing the pop of sticks crumbling in the campfire. Lake Superior hums beneath it all, carrying the song in waves and dancing stones, in splashes and gentle crashes. prologue to moonlight summer’s lasting solstice glow stay with me awhile I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve WrittenContinue reading “Lawn Chairs at Twilight”