Portraits and Landscapes, Sister Phyllis Doyle, RSM
Sister Phyllis shares one of her poems with our S.C.I.M. Website friends.
Thoreau at Walden Pond
His slight frame haunts the trails He too would hibernate
Leading to the mound of earth Like the forest creatures
Where his hut once stood. Hold up in their lairs
No wildflower hidden in the grass Until the boom of cracking ice
Around the simple frame Signaled the thaw's arrival,
Would miss his greeting, And he hailed the mud
No bird would sing unheard. On Walden.s banks
He saw the heavens best by Releasing winter's rigid grip
Looking downward in the water. On the bound earth
In summer he would watch clouds And on his spirit.
Float across its surface
In a light shimmer of green
From the guardian trees.
Later he would see them
Drop their red flags
Deep into the pond
Before the frozen crust
Would bury them.