A Lake Michigan Poem for March

March 18, 2010


Lake Michigan Aubade

Mist rises, March morning

a song bird’s longing shears moist air,

drifts from thickets.

From empty porches of summer homes

wind chimes play, hollow melodious shards of clay.

And the lake never ceases sounds in March:

ice chunks chink, shards break and break

against the shore.

Waves dash ice against troll caves of ice

and break ice feet.

Mist rises from green briars

where wild birds braid their songs

through tangled skeins

and the blood that rushes through my veins

echoes

the waves

on shore.

–Barbara Spring

From my book, The Wilderness Withinpoetry and essays

 

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