Near Island Mine Camp, Isle Royale

Along the trail, I am caught by the underside

of leaves backlit by sun, their shadowed

translucence precise as cut-paper silhouettes:

hands of thimbleberry, sharp-lobed sugar maple,

fat fingers of birch; the green overwhelming,

tender as spring; and you would not guess,

unless you sat where I sit, wearing long johns

under your wind pants, peeling off gloves

to hold the pen, and looking straight down

on this red-stemmed, red-veined seedling,

that it is August in the north woods, snowstorms

closing in fast. And then you'd begin to see

the leaves - two or three here, a few farther down

the path - blushing like girls caught out in the cold,

or an old woman's red-rouged cheeks.

You've read  of  free articles. Subscribe to continue.
QR Code to Near Island Mine Camp, Isle Royale
Read this article in
QR Code to Subscription page
Start your subscription today