November Wisconsin countryside
Bare trees elegant against the sky
Colors in the landscape muted now.
October’s glory is gone
And love grows eternally.
SMILE (Fall/Winter 2008-2009).
The photo is by Karl.
time with old friends
poems in a journal
from years ago
Update: April 22, 2012 and August 27, 2018
Cara Holman hosted a poetry reading on her blog, Prose Posies, in honor of National Haiku Poetry Day on April 17, 2012. This haiku of mine was included. You can read the post Cara created, which includes many poets, HERE.
National Haiku Poetry Day was sponsored by The Haiku Foundation.
My father wrote me many letters. He could make everyday life come alive. After he died in 1983, my love for him transferred to my mother, and then her care. I felt him near.
They were both teachers and then volunteered as teachers when retired.
After Mom died in 2004, I found I needed to grieve for him again too. Once he said to me, Everything will be all right in the end. When I think of Harold and Enola, I think of unconditional love, service, and deep faith.
I am about 30 years older than he was when he served in World War II. It is not possible to find the words to say what is in my heart. But always good to try.
Blessings to you and your loved ones. Your memories and hopes and dreams.
November’s gold oak-leafed waves slop the pier;
the ancient salmon and trout move towards shore.
Each November it’s the same; each November
the healthy fish bring the old and sick in to die.
For two weeks, the long, quick fish swim the length
of the pier, thread the pilings until all the ones
that swim the shore breaking water with tails & fins
have beached & been eaten by gulls, stars, & hawks.
Then the steelhead, coho, brown
trout left return to deep water.
And the trees begin to look like saints in moonlight
and the black walnut fills with cedar waxwings
all balled up against the November winds.
Poem by Susan Firer. From her book, Milwaukee Does Strange Things To People: New & Selected Poems 1979-2007 (The Backwaters Press; Copyright 2007 Susan Firer).
Published here with Susan’s kind permission.
Violet Nesdoly is a freelance writer in Canada. Her main website is http://violetnesdoly.com.
Today I visited her delightful blog, Murals and More, and will return often. http://muralmania.blogspot.com. So interesting and colorful. Much to learn.
Photos by Violet Nesdoly. West Vancouver, BC. 2006.
Reprinted with her kind permission.
I thought I’d have
the life grown out of love and loss
Photos of Found Art by Susan Firer.
Lake Michigan in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Susan’s photos inspired this new poem today.