Life Isn’t Always Green

Ice Age Trail: West Bend Segment

I’ve left Friendly Drive,

the car parked by the Elevator.

My feet seek steps of solitude

and organic green life.

Traffic sound follows me, buzzing

through Kettle Moraine tree rocky ups

and downs like simmering anxious

thoughts. The noise, the humanness

I can’t escape. Looking for beauty

I see brown, twisted broken trunks

their struggle to climb ended.

Trail moves from thinning trees to town

walking to Culvers, hope of wildness

dissolves like lemon ice down

my throat, but reemerges

in the park as city sounds

dissipate in unbroken brown water

around the feet of the Ridge Run hills

where the path shifts, a result

of collective rerouting

around a wind-weeded branch

returned to feed the forest floor.

My thoughts settle on white ruffles

over brown decay – the fungi-coated limb

holding beginnings and

   endings intermingled

      gently forcing

         this new path.

Katrina Serwe

Katrina Serwe, BS, MS, PhD … it took her three degrees to figure out she’s really a poet. Now she’s on Wisconsin’s Ice Age Trail writing poems and sharing hiking haiku on Instagram. Her poems have been published in Bramble, Moss Piglet, The Little Book Project, Muse 5, and the Solitary Plover

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