Cloud Nine

Michigan natural beauty

Michigan’s beauty on a day clear and warm

Pyramid point memories whisper fondly inside

Pleasant images arise in vivid thought form

Remembering peaceful grandeur few places provide

 

Entrance path pillared by bolted milkweed

Lavender flowers embellish alongside trail

Carmine pods festoon trees tuning to seed

Yellow petals of shades weeds sometime unveil

 

As path turns upward, a bounding white tailed doe

Mixed northern woods thicken in rising stages

Stark birches mingle evergreens in contrasting show

A journey to savor slowly as gradually one ages

 

Anticipation abounds approaching the final rise

Anxious ascension to gateway with carpet of sand

Every visit unveils a differing climatic surprise

Breathtaking glory viewed in fresh water and land

 

High atop dune, cotton ball clouds in pale blue sky

Light breezes and sounds of faint surf add drama

Hues of blue water and islands as sailboats go by

Superlatives seem slight in this vibrant panorama

 

Enchanted forever, always lured to returning

Thoughts often retreat there on days most fine

High places are sacred but this spot is a yearning

Free for the seeing, seek and discover cloud nine

 

Reviews

[Phibby Venable]

the visions depicted by the images you create are wonderful.

Anticipation abounds approaching the final rise

Anxious ascension to gateway with carpet of sand

Every visit unveils a differing climatic surprise

Breathtaking glory viewed in fresh water and land



High atop dune, cotton ball clouds in pale blue sky

Light breezes and sounds of faint surf add drama

Hues of blue water and islands as sailboats go by

Superlatives seem slight in this vibrant panorama

like a glorious inside view! Excellent writing.

[Ferg]

Again, an idyllic depiction of the beauty that is Michigan. But no matter the beauty of the words, there is nothing like being there to do it full justice. Standing atop the sand on the shores of Lake Michigan (or any of the Great Lakes) the eye yields to the infinite beauty of the landscape and the soul takes flight. We may have our share of snow (which provides another beauty all its own), but I would not trade the seasonal variations for anything.
From my window here at home in caledonia, I see into fields and forests, covered in freshly fallen snow criss-crossed with deer and turkey tracks, naked branches above providing rest stops for vividly colored cardinals......
You should write the scripts for the "Pure Michigan" commercials that Tim Allen narrates. Have you heard those?

[Dressed in Poetry]

Love it! Also, I love the word "festoon," so it was awesome to see it in your poem. The adjective usage is nice, and definitely adds a lot to the visual aspects of this piece.

[Jeff Bresee]

Sometimes we folk from Texas really wish we were in Michigan to see the Northern beauty. Your words carry me there.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

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