Back Bay Park by Phyllis Wax

Phyllis Wax writes in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on a bluff overlooking Lake Michigan. A lover of warm weather, she watches the snow come and go, waiting and hoping for spring. From the window in front of her desk, she observes an abundance of migrating birds, several generations of turkeys, and the occasional fox, deer, and raccoon. Some of those make their way into her poetry. Phyllis has read her poems on the radio, in coffee shops, in libraries and bars, and her work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies.

Wilda Morris:
Yes, yes! That is just the way it is! Makes me want to walk across the school yard and awaken a swing.
Posted 02/29/2020 04:59 PM

pwax:
Thank you all! Phyllis
Posted 02/28/2020 04:12 PM

Lori Levy:
Great images.
Posted 02/28/2020 03:52 PM

Anastasia:
This captures the time of year so perfectly!
Posted 02/28/2020 02:24 PM

CamilleBalla:
You have described so well my yard that backs up to a tot park.
Posted 02/28/2020 12:16 PM

KevinArnold:
Yes and the image of the swing?yes.
Posted 02/28/2020 12:10 PM

Janet Leahy:
That phrase "old snow" says it all, we are ready for the snow to melt away and have those swings come back to life. Thanks Phyllis
Posted 02/28/2020 11:43 AM

Jo:
You?ve captured this time of year so well. Thank you, Phillis.
Posted 02/28/2020 11:21 AM

MatthewMiller:
Love it! Especially the last stanza, where the children bring things back to life.
Posted 02/28/2020 10:11 AM

michael escoubas:
Zig-zag, criss-crossing! This poem is filled with exciting alliteration and imagery--very nice work, Phyllis.
Posted 02/28/2020 08:27 AM

paula:
Lovely, Phyllis!
Posted 02/28/2020 07:45 AM