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.
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.