...is where
the fog lies
the hawk cries
the marsh lives
the frogs dance
the fish jump
the flowers smell
the mud pies
baking at 6 a.m.
....Previously on AuthorsDen in February of 2003, this poem now appears in The 2005 Wisconsin Poets' Calendar, page 64, the facing page to week one/July fourth holiday week, 2005.
You capture a whole setting with just a few words... and it's good enough to make me feel like I'm there... congratulations on being featured in the calendar ;)
i loved this in its simplicity:) especially looking out on the snow falling it reminds me of a time when i lived in a place where you could see everythign as described in your poem; absolute beauty
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
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And thank you for the most kind words, Anne. I am grateful.
Be well,
Michael