Poem of the month: Reunion by Robert Kinsley

It’s been a year since our last poem of the month. This one was featured on The Writer’s Almanac in July, and the tree theme seemed fitting for us to share here as well.  We always welcome your suggestions for poems to feature here. Drop us a line at mnwoods@umn.edu with your ideas anytime. -ed. Reunion by Robert Kinsley Here past […]

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Poem of the month: Red Tail

We’re pleased to bring back the poem of the month after a long hiatus.  This poem was submitted by reader Susan Bury of Ithaca, NY.  We welcome submissions of original work or suggestions of published works to feature from readers. Drop us a line at mnwoods@umn.edu with your ideas anytime. -ed. Red Tail After my meeting downtown at the church, […]

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Poem of the month: The Wild Mushroom

The Wild Mushroom Well the sunset rays are shining Me and Kai have got our tools A basket and a trowel And a book with all the rules Don’t ever eat Boletus If the tube-mouths they are red Stay away from the Amanitas Or brother you are dead Sometimes they’re already rotten Or the stalks are broken off Where the […]

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Poem of the month: Seasons in the North Woods

Seasons in the North Woods 1. The wheeling blue-bill mallards all night long With whistling wings curve down from gravelly clouds, While down below them, crazed on the chill lakes, The loons shake out their wings, dive down, and rise, Cry back up in reply. The Star that reaches Far past the Chair and the rush of Charles’s Wain, Bends […]

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Poem of the month: Mid-March

Mid-March It is too early for white boughs, too late For snows. From out the hedge the wind lets fall A few last flakes, ragged and delicate. Down the stripped roads the maples start their small, Soft, ’wildering fires. Stained are the meadow stalks A rich and deepening red. The willow tree Is woolly. In deserted garden-walks The lean bush […]

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Poem of the month: Cloud

Cloud A blue stain creeps across the deep pile of the evergreens. From inside the forest it seems like an interior matter, something wholly to do with trees, a color passed from one to another, a requirement to which they submit unflinchingly like soldiers or brave people getting older. Then the sun comes back and it’s totally over. -Kay Ryan […]

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Poem of the month: An old oak

An Old Oak An old oak tree shelters the dead, Its wide arms stretched out in benediction. We aren’t the first to cry on this windy hilltop. Mothers and fathers and sons and daughters, Having lived a hard-won, fleeting life, Now feed the prairie earth beneath our feet. In this present moment, before the bells ring Calling witnesses to choral […]

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Poem of the month: [little tree]

[little tree] little tree little silent Christmas tree you are so little you are more like a flower who found you in the green forest and were you very sorry to come away? see                       i will comfort you because you smell so sweetly i will kiss your cool bark […]

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