Life Cycles
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Life Cycles is a collection of snapshots along this poet's journey.
"Though Michael Reinsel has come late to poetry, we find that he has ever given witness to his world with the sensitive eye of poet." --Susan Marshall
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Life Cycles - Michael Reinsel
Dedication
To Evie—for everything
Contents
I. NATURE/TRAVEL
Dressing for the Ball
Trail Signs
Hedera Helix
A Fox, Buck, and Butterfly
The Catbird and Me
An Old Friend
Lunch
Hard Times
Mobile Home
Seven Days
Traditions
Outside Life
Silence
Décor
Just Passing Through
Heartbeats
To Touch
Sunset
Beyond Time
Shoveling Snow
Missing the Snow
Pining
An Extra Blanket in April
Buffalo Bull Sits Down
Thoreau’s Favorite
A Dying Art
American Hero
Suomi Whispers
Erratics
Treverien
II. CYCLING
Lost Again
Bellona Avenue Descent
Red Epaulettes
Montebello
Heroes
March Ride
Aprilis
The Route Matters
Under the Covid Sky
Among the Amish
Crossing the Road
Lost
Earthbound
Oasis
Harvest
The Death Still Haunts Him
Requiem for a Possum
January Pedaling
For the Birds
Trail Friends
III. GRANDCHILDREN
Weightless
Breaking Bread at Springlake
An Exotic Gem
First Things
Learning and Teaching
Did You Know?
Chickadee
Family Tree
Driving with Colin
Behind the Garage
Pleyen
How Many Days
Playing with a Golden Shovel
Skipping with Zach and the Gerrids
Touched by Nature
A Smile Says It All
The Quietest Day
Something About
Always Be
IV. FAMILY
Distant Kin
Hope
Flattened Pennies
Going Home
Wooden Nickels
This Quiet Place
H-O-M-E
Waiting
A Love for All
Happy Birthday
Wearing Green
Bitten
Something Great
A Day in the Life
Waiting for Dad
Walking with My Father
V. AGING/ART
Life in Small Words
Antiques
Aging in Place
Amalgam
Gravitas
Given Time
Communion
Identity
Indebted to Pheidippides
Frank’s Gift
Among Friends
Only
Found a Pen
Everyday Artists
I Should Have Been
The Hardest Part
If Only I Had Known
Living in the Shadow
The Poet Within
The Poet Next Door
Playing Catch
In Another Life
I
Nature / Travel
I’ve always felt more at home in nature than anywhere else.Growing up surrounded by nature was a precious gift. In nature, experiences uncover memories that unfold on the page. Boy Scouts kindled my love of adventure and nature.
Growing up in a small village planted the seed of wanderlust in me. Seeing new places, often on a bicycle, means receiving the kindness of strangers on a daily basis—a gift you never forget. My first cycle tour in 1984—solo camping around Nova Scotia from Maine—was an amazing journey that lit the flame. My first trip to Europe—hitchhiking around England, Scotland, and Ireland in 1985—cemented travel into my consciousness. Home is often best appreciated through the lens of travel.
Dressing for the Ball
the cardinal sings Caruso from the budding maple
daffodils linger in the lawn shyly waving to all
forsythia sunshine illuminates a gray Spring day
lilacs slowly get dressed, looking for their perfume
daffodils linger in the lawn shyly waving to all
a weed by any other name, a dandelion smiles
lilacs slowly get dressed, looking for their perfume
the dogwood begins to put on its creamy petticoat
a weed by any other name, a dandelion smiles
skunk cabbage cavorts before the wood dons its green
the dogwood begins to put on its creamy petticoat
tulips rise as wild garlic stands tall, mingling in clusters
skunk cabbage cavorts before the wood dons its green
azaleas awaken and hope they will be dressed in time
forsythia sunshine illuminates a gray Spring day
the cardinal sings Caruso from the budding maple
April 2015
Trail Signs
mid-summer walk down woodbrook lane
gravity’s pull under full sun
few grand estates still call this home
once rural now an enclosed nook
tyrconnell always draws me in
stone wall iron gate towering oaks
far from ireland yet not so far
blacktop road ends dirt trail begins
footprints of those who trod before
bird sings reveille high above
sign says entering lake roland
old name was robert e lee park
historic names are now changing
poison ivy’s fangs creep trailside
beer pull-tab rises from the dirt
bright green plastic flossing device
garbage fossils from modern man
must gingivitis be felt here
wave to others on the same trail
our masks make speaking difficult
initials carved in big gray beech
old scars from hormones dead and gone
broken glass amidst brick fragments
from days when cars could pass this way
blackberries yet engulfed in fuzz
dragonfly hovers beside me
there is still magic in nature
bottle top soda can dog doo
who would deface this living space
fishermen stand along the shore
water rushes over the dam
pulling my spirit down the stream
still waters speak as they spill forth
restroom sign closed covid-19
trail signs arise in many forms
trail signs are not meant to explain
June 2020
Hedera Helix
Dark green English ivy clung tightly
to the gray trunks of oak and maple
climbing skyward, ever higher
unaware that it was slowly killing
its tall old friend to whom it
has been so attached for years.
Hedera Helix is its formal name
the first means ivy and the last
name is ancient Greek for twist, turn
Ivy was sacred to the God Dionysus
He was fathered by Zeus, king of the gods
in an affair with his mother Semele,
a mortal who perished viewing Zeus
The deity saved the unborn baby
by sewing him into his thigh
so that Dionysus could be born
full-grown from his leg on Ikaria.
With such divine roots
this aristocratic vine
its bloodlines so fine
seems to belong to the bricks
it slowly and steadily climbs
skyward looking for Dionysus
a living sculpture, centipedian
tiny brown tentacles clawing
brick, bark, wood, siding or earth
always looking for untouched
places to invade and conquer
spreading into green ivy deserts
Will future generations be pulling
and cutting this kudzu-like predator
that often appears as part of a still life
when gazed upon out the back window
rising from the snow to climb the fence
determined to make it into the next yard
like a prehistoric creature that
seems destined to outlive us
perhaps a name change is called for
would Russian Ivy be taken more seriously?
March 2015
A Fox, Buck, and Butterfly
all within my sight did lie
was this a sign from on high
or just coincidence said I
nature’s eyes gazed into mine
tiger swallowtail’s wings belie
the stillness that is nigh
fox in royal red so sly
buck wearing his crown so high
do keep watch for by and by
beauty comes to those who try
maybe I will never spy
a fox, buck and butterfly
all looking me in the eye
but