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late May,
chamois-soft breezes
polish leaves
apple blossoms
mop up
winter’s dusty clouds
Lake Superior
is a just-opened gift,
pristine crystal,
polished silver on lace;
a waxed floor
reaching the horizon.
This poem first appeared in the Wisconsin Poets Calendar and Caught Between Coasts.
Used here with permission.
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Jan Chronister, now retired from teaching writing, is the author of three full-length poetry collections and nine chapbooks; the latest are The Book of Eunice, about her mother, and Land of Cotton, Land of Snow, the fourth in her annual series of "year in review" chapbooks. Gardening keeps Jan "grounded", as she puts it, and often provides inspiration for her poems. Jan and her husband of 50+ years divide their time between far north Wisconsin and South Georgia.
          
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ed werstein:
Great work, Jan.
Posted 05/16/2019 02:37 PM
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Janet Leahy:
An economy of words?each creates a visual to savor?the lake, "a waxed floor," so perfect!
Thanks for all you do for the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets.
Posted 05/15/2019 04:29 AM
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Lori Levy:
Beautiful images.
Posted 05/14/2019 10:16 PM
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Jo:
beautiful images, Jan.
Coming from Duluth, Minn. I know Superior well and you have described the lake so well in spring.
Posted 05/14/2019 05:41 PM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
Love this poem. Beautiful imagery and metaphors.
Posted 05/14/2019 03:08 PM
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njc:
The last stanza--wow!
Posted 05/14/2019 02:22 PM
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barbsteff:
Love the metaphors in first two stanzas, and the visual of Lake Superior.
Posted 05/14/2019 02:09 PM
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plgoodman:
Perfect. Only the right metaphors can adequately describe this uplifting beauty!
Posted 05/14/2019 01:33 PM
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