"northwoods" poems
In June, I saw
A beautiful white spider
On my backpack.
It was eating a mosquito.
I will write a poem
About it later.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
White pines towering
Sculpted by prevailing winds
Lightning strike targets
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
"When Fiona Smiles"
When Fiona smiles
It's like sundrops from heaven
Moonbeams in the night sky
Rainbows in the valley
When Fioana smiles
It's like stardust in the northwoods
A sea breeze in the harbor
The sunrise in the morning
And the angels sing as the trees sway
The birds wing, the children play
It's made easy, the many miles
On this journey
When Fiona smiles
When Fiona smiles
It's butterflies in the sunshine
A warm breeze in the valley
Feathers in the moonlight
And the angels sing as the trees sway
The birds wing, the children play
It's made easy, the many miles
On this journey
When Fiona smiles
When Fioana smiles
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
They're still highways
That take you here,
But they seem less so.
Somewhat more like trails,
A hardpan of sorts,
Beaten through the hills.
They're still streetlights
That bring you to a stop,
Painting the wet streets in red.
Somewhat more like a twin dusk that
Demands hesitation, and patience,
To wait for the green dawn.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC