sunrise after the storm

after the storm…
glistening lake-waves
branches coated with ice
and a crow cawing

after the storm
driftwood washes to shore
from other places…
what we let go
what we keep

for my father

Harold A. Borgh, Ph.D (1915 – 1983)

Karl took the photos of the Lake Michigan beach on March 24, 2011.  I wrote this poem the same day.

Tomorrow is another anniversary of my father’s passing.  I was 29 years old when he died.  He taught history, and my mother taught writing and literature.  Every day, my interests are a reflection of theirs.


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