Springtime in Petoskey
Naked ski slopes, their white robes cast aside, Silent chairs await next year's ascension,
Water tumbling toward the inlet bay,
Beneath a verdant lawn where lovers stroll,
Dinner at Nick Adam's favorite bar,
His pen silent; his voice resounding still,
Among the rocks my lover and I walked,
Renewed friendship, whispering life and love,
Attentions restored and affections breathed,
Springtime in Petoskey, springtime in my heart.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Each year at this time my thoughts turn to a great little weekend getaway that Tracy and I took a few years back to Petoskey, Michigan. It is the summer home of the great writer, Earnest Hemingway. I was moved, after our trip to write a poem about our experience there. I present it here for your perusal.