Ice Age Trail: Blue Spring Lake Segment
along hill edges past
stone elephant rock,
I find a table cut for one,
stumps set on the edge
of red and gold confetti,
the taste of the trail
cool crisp in my mouth,
I step on the lemon-scented
roundness of black walnuts,
hold the breadth of yellow
beech leaf along my forearm
in this new season
I see what was hidden
under the prior fullness
of green canopy —
the shapes of the trees
holding the last few
leaves of colored light
and the angry sting
of bald-faced hornets
hung in a paper globe
now in clear view –
an empty threat
resting in the cold
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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