I was fortunate to get invited to a ladies weekend at a camp in the driftless region of Wisconsin again this year. We decorate Christmas cookies, chat, read, knit, and go for walks in the beautiful autumn tinted bluffs. I wrote this poem sitting on banks of Sugar Creek, reflecting. Enjoy the poem and get out there.
Sugar Creek
Sweet trickle tones
like chimes amidst the feathery grass and half clothed trees.
A horseshoe bend in the creek
Tall banks from spring floods
A coyote pack howled and yipped last night.
Dark things come out in the dark,
self-reflection and shadow baring.
Fireplace flames like reaching cow tongues
filled the firebox warming our chat circle,
all ladies doing as ladies do,
sharing, eating, creating, escaping from the sameness of everyday.
In the warm morning light, slanting that late autumn slant,
we split and venture out seeking nature places to get quiet,
to breathe.
Creek babble seems all for me,
yet I am merely a passerby
drinking my tea and winding through the labyrinth.
CreatetheDawn 