Birthday – August Poem 31

mist_gardenI was born during a
thungerstorm.  That’s
what they told me, anyway.  It was
10:32 PM and storming .
I could have started
with “It was a dark
and stormy night.” But
I didn’t. It looks
like the weather is getting
ready to celebrate tonight
with rain and thundering – HAPPY
BIRTHDAY!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Idlewild, Michigan – August Poem #28

IMG_1024One red tree –
in a field of bracken.
can bracken be “a field
of…?”  Dead trees,
green pines green
poplars. The moss good
for dolls.
One red tree –
the beginning of autumn – the last
card for August.

 

 

 

Clothesline – August Poetry # 26

idlewild_clothesline

Hanging clothes on a line
strung between trees. All
connected, clothespin to
line to clothespin.

A squirrel hunter once charged
toward me through the woods.
Making me remember another
mother hanging a fluffy,
white mitten, mistaken for
a leaping whitetail deer.

I take down the slightly
stiff clothes, folding them into
the basket.