husband Charles and is a tour guide at the Limberlost Cabin.
Where did Gene's River Go?
River gone!
Where did it go?
Someone moved it long ago.
No fishing here.
No boats.
No bridges.
No skinny-dipping.
No rolled-up breeches.
Earth alone now makes a bed
For this river's sod-filled head.
Gene is gone!
Where did she go?
With her river long ago.
Yet she lives.
With books
With words.
With photographs
With stories told
And though the land is rearranged,
Gene kept her river never changed.
Make the bridge twice over
Look back and forth through time
Once a bridge with purpose
Now it bridges grime
Once it was important
Serving as a way
Now it serves scribbled words
"Sweet Nothings" on display
Standing on this covered bridge
Sadness covers me
Left alone it would be gone
Except its memory
The sense of loss by renovation
Is suddenly profound
Love isn't always better
The second time around
My Haiku Hike
Bright sunlight;
Peeking, piercing revelations
In my eyes
Silhouetted trees above:
Branches raised to frighten me
I am small
Snapping twigs:
Happy cracking, popping sounds
made by forest feet