sna poems, series anthropocenum #16: downer woods

this 11-acre wood sits on uw-milwaukee’s campus and is being rehabilitated by the uwm field station. tucked right in there b/t campus and some housing, fenced in to keep out the riff-raff—you know, buckthorn and wild mustard et al.

it was a bitterly cold afternoon, but the sunlight and a small frozen rivulet afforded good fun for all. and we happened on a doodad-festooned tree that was a surprise.

the forest is sleeeeeping.

a.

golden rivulet

piercing eye

in the bitter cold

b.

a woodpecker’s knock

comes gently—

february air

c.

dense suffocation

under leaves

on winter’s still ground

photo cred on the burrs to my second-born.

sna poems, series supplementum #30: nashotah park

nashotah park in waukesha county includes 444 acres, two lakes, oak-hickory woods, prairie, and marsh. there’s also a small oak savanna on grass lake.

we went for a ski around the whole area, more or less, as isolated snowflakes tumbled from the sky. other folks were out enjoying the snow, including some ice fishermen.

beautiful, rolling glacial land. flip-phone photos, three lunes (three lines, 5-3-5 syllables) for you.

a.

red-headed staghorn

and the drone

of i-94

b.

red oaks balancing

kettle slope

arc like lover’s neck

c.

cattail cul-du-sac

absorbing

sand, water, marsh muck

sna poems, series anthropocenum #15: north mendota wildlife area, prairie unit

the bureaucratically-named north mendota wildlife area, prairie unit is a 63-acre prairie restoration close to the northwestern shore of lake mendota, sandwiched between governor nelson state park and holy wisdom monastery (an ecumenical benedictine community) along cty highway m.

this is one of those natural areas that i am so grateful for and that also can be hard to be in at the same time. it’s fantastic that the good work of preservation is being done here, yet one also sees the new development with its box stores, massive houses, and roads named after the habitats destroyed in order to build (prairie kettle road etc.) immediately adjacent. it’s not the adjacency that bothers me, as if natural areas should be free of human activity and building (cronon taught us how problematic the very idea of “wilderness” is, and would that all human development retained prairies etc. right nearby!), but that clearly the area was prairie too or could have been restored just as readily as the parcel that was.

anyhow, it was the day of our only lasting snow so far this winter here in southern wisconsin, and my brother and i made the most of it. refreshing to visit in the brisk yet desolate winter air and sun, but looking forward to visiting in summer’s height too.

a.

burred balls and seedpods

reaching out

to subdivisions

b.

all this wonderful

tangled mess—

cellulose soil-helm***

(***couldn’t help but laugh out loud and announce my “brilliant” line reminiscent of old english half-lines to my brother after i wrote the last line of this one…)

sna poems, series supplementum # 29: honey creek preserve

[delayed post:]

with its legal preservation going back to the 1940s and 50s among wisconsin society for ornithology members and friends, the honey creek preserve has ballooned with partnership with the nature conservancy to multiple parcels including bog, marsh, dry prairie, sedge meadow, pine relicts, swamp, and sandstone gorge on almost 400 acres. all along honey creek’s valley.

this is the second patch of the preserve i’ve explored, and i can’t wait to get back to explore more. this was a short and steep hike along the sandstone cliffs with unreal thorn thickets. close and dense and hot and humid. the baraboo hills just can’t be beat.

first id of feral catnip too.

a.

light thru oak and elm

the locals

are not pleased with me

b.

over the sheer edge

columbine

stretches out for sun

c.

past the touch-me-nots

curling thorns

net and weave hillside

sna poems, #110: audubon goose pond

audubon goose pond is a turbid pond with surrounding prairie in a marshy basin of ground moraine. we hiked the prairie in the year’s first good snow—a little dodgy at points, but piloted with grace and confidence by my brother.

the pond itself is not accessible due to the protections in place for the many bird species who make the area their home, but the prairie was lovely as the snow fell and wind blew. something about prairies in winter; i just love it.

two further notes: this plot and some surrounding parcels are further remnants of the formerly huge empire prairie that spanned swaths of these parts north of madison.

back to the flip phone for this venture.

a.

winds away southward

new snowfall

on russet and black

b.

this rolling swelling

ground was once

the empire prairie

c.

a single oak leaf

rattling

in the grassy wind

human tracks.
snowy, grey prairie sky.

sna poems, #109: haskell noyes woods

haskell noyes is an oak and maple wood in the northern kettle moraine state forest in fond du lac cty. it was an early very cold day when we visited, and the serpentine trail up the interlobate moraine reminded me of how impressive the topography of this area is: dramatic, steep drop-offs; lowly, quiet kettles resting below; surprising plateaus between ridges; meandering piles of glacier-moved and -crunched earth.

gorgeous even at the height of winter-dark days.

a.

moss will hang on

winter-long

oak leaves underneath

photo credit to my 7-yr-old.

b.

in the firmament

golden light

thru white spread feathers

[this lune was based on our spotting of a bald eagle soaring on our approach to the forest…]

if you made it this far: there was quite a tip-up at the entrance to the wood that revealed in a lovely way how gravelly the interlobate moraine soil is. check it out: