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Wisconsin Wakes

In the marsh
the goose spreads her wings
then settles down on her nest,
her long beak resting,
her long neck curving,
it winds around her.

She is patient
like the moon
and the forest,
patient like the slow river
that winds around her.

Mist settles on the greening hills,
greying, clouds gathering,
swelling with rain
then crashing with thunder,
pouring to the ground,
filling the river
that winds around her.

From the lake
the fish come searching,
bass and pike,
seeking food,
seeking shelter,
from the river
that winds around her.

Slowly now the turtles come,
crawling up to higher ground
scrabbling claws digging sharply,
nestling in the sand,
up from the river
that winds around her.

In the marsh
the buttercups open,
bursting yellow
among the reeds
growing near the river
that winds around her.

-Kathleen Kostuck, April 1999

Paradise Spring

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2 responses to “Wisconsin Wakes

  1. Beautiful, my friend!

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