Audit: November poem by Susan Firer, with Photos of Lake Michigan by the Poet

AUDIT

November’s gold oak-leafed waves slop the pier;
the ancient salmon and trout move towards shore.

Each November it’s the same; each November
the healthy fish bring the old and sick in to die.

For two weeks, the long, quick fish swim the length
of the pier, thread the pilings until all the ones

that swim the shore breaking water with tails & fins
have beached & been eaten by gulls, stars, & hawks.

Then the steelhead, coho, brown
trout left return to deep water.

And the trees begin to look like saints in moonlight
and the black walnut fills with cedar waxwings
all balled up against the November winds.

“Audit”  was published in Milwaukee Does Strange Things To People: New & Selected Poems 1979-2007, by Susan Firer (The Backwaters Press; poems copyright 2007 Susan Firer).

Please see Susan’s Guest Artist Post on February 22, 2010 for her biography. Her poem, “In Morning Sky’s White Winds I Walked” also appears in this post.  Here are the photos from the February Post.  Susan’s poetry and photos are printed on this blog with her kind permission.  All Rights Reserved.

Update, June 30, 2013:  Susan Firer’s website is http://www.susanfirer.com.

Psalm 100 “Be Thankful”

  

Enter into his gates with thanksgiving,

and into his courts with praise:

be thankful unto him and bless his name.

For the Lord is good;

his mercy is everlasting;

his truth endureth to all generations.

Psalm 100: 4-5 (KJV)

 

Image courtesy of doverpublications.com.
Sample from East Meets West Art Deco Motifs CD-ROM and Book.

My second blog is Poems From Psalms And Nature.  Blessings, Ellen

Thrift Shops

We shopped at the Bethesda Thrift Store in Sheboygan one Saturday, and dropped off a donation the following Saturday.  There is a Good Will nearby too.

winter weather in Wisconsin

warmth of morning coffee
in my new mug
from the thrift shop

with the big blue heart

Veterans Day

Today I honor my father and others in my family and I’m sure in the lives of readers.  Dad served in World War II, earned his Ph.D, and then taught History for 32 years.   Dr. Harold Borgh was kind and dedicated.  I am inspired to learn more about history, as I remember him. Earlier this fall, I wrote a post in memory of my cousin, Paul F. Brandt, who died in 2006.  Paul was a Vietnam veteran.  My father wrote him letters faithfully.   Paul is honored in Wisconsin for his work in conservation.

Lovely Images And Short Poems From Our Blog’s First Year

  

“He hath made every thing beautiful in his time…”

Ecclesiastes 3:11a  (KJV)

 

wearing my old

sweater

worn thin

Queen Anne’s Lace

along country roads

 

 

turning the vase

of flowers

learning

there are

more roses

 

 

warm memories

and new beginnings

a yellow bird

lights on the branches

with a few gold leaves

 

 

lighting the

Christmas candle

tiny flame

transforms

the night

 

 

shoveling…

scent of mint

through snow

 

“The Lord is my Shepherd…”  Psalm 23 (KJV)

Credits:

The photo of Queen Anne’s Lace is courtesy of wpclipart.com.

All other photos are by Karl.

The pink roses frame and picture of the sheep in winter are courtesy of antiqueclipart.com.

The poem about turning the vase of flowers was published in Bell’s Letters Poet.  This poem seems to encourage people who are finding happiness in new life chapters after a major change.  I am grateful.

The poem about the Christmas candle was published in Hermitage and The Writers’ Bistro.

The previous owners of our home planted a wonderful perennial garden that continues to delight many years later.  The poem about smelling the mint while shoveling snow was published in Time of Singing. 

Karl took the pictures that begin and end this post last winter at Kohler-Andrae State Park in Sheboygan, Wisconsin.