Archive for ‘Poems’

February 14, 2019

Even So


Wind blowing ‘round my ears

Cold knocking at my door

Old man winter in a vengeful mood

Burns alike on rich and poor.

Snow deep in every bank and crevice,

Air thick with crystal ice,

Snow melt from eves and gutters

Falling stalactites.

The winter lord, even so,

Cannot stop the dreams of spring,

Nor the golden light of June,

Nor the soul to sing.


Bear Head Lake, MN

October 7, 2016


Living mother, lord of all, with beauteous even’ tides,

Garden of our ancestors, in loving care abide.

A curious child, unwitting, stands at the stormy gate;

Prods, provokes and challenges, but understands too late

That Time, oh precious little time, will beat no last retreat,

As earthly mother, lord of all, rumbles at his feet.

October Gale on the UP

October Gale on the UP

October 7, 2016


Souls seared and silenced,

Where tears merge with sand,

High pass mountain gales,

Forbearance, hushed and damned.

Stormy trails and trials emerge

Where icy winds and streams

Prevail in piercing whispers,

And raindrop crystal gleams.

Still beside the trail,

In stoic mind and stand,

Dreams of one no longer come

To war with any man.

War's Memorial

War’s Memorial

July 14, 2015

Have we lived true to the Lazarus vision?


July 8, 2015

What Color Love?


Was the sky a marble white that day,
In mists that cooled the morning?
Did cerulean blue peek through the veil
Of clouds with subtle promise?

golden grass off highway one in st louis county, mn

Was love the touch of crimson light,
Warm blue azure skies?
Or was it willed in sun’s gold rays,
Or flaxen blooms of prairie days?

mountain / lake / photo

Was love the hue of mountain pools,
Or rush of spring fed fountains;
In tides of turquoise summer seas,
Or blush of meadow lupines?

forest path / Keweenaw / porcupine mountains / photo

Did love embolden the morning dew
On forest paths of emerald hue?
Was it the green of budding oak,
Of Norway Spruce or meadow rue?

Chequamegon Sunrise / photo

What color love, through veils of white,
Felled my heart at dawning,
Warmed the deep blue azure skies
In bird song, choral morning?

©2015 Anita Suzanne Tillemans

December 10, 2014



Heavy-handed, plied to will,
Poisons mixed to kill,

Spread, intent to shape for show,
The natural will not grow.

We love the rose, and disdain
The dandelion and plantain;

Though lovelier, much wilder too,
The rose in nature grew,

Blossom’s blush of beauty grand,
Without the hand of man.

October 29, 2014


Sands so soft and salty air
Breezes to cool the brazen day,
So slow, so sure, to see, to dare
My thoughts, surrendered, drift away
Over surf and rocky shore
To turn and paint the shades of dawn,
Where winds brush treetops in the day,
That bend and sway the morning long.
Gulls on wings of winds arise
Above the sandy summer shore
To soar into the balmy sky
With plaintive cries for more.
When tossed and thrown in battle fray
Our weary ship regains its moor,
The breezes bring our thoughts to days
When waves played softly on the shore;
And turns our heads from all despair,
As we in warmer days divined
Love’s promise, winged in sheer delight,
To dance upon the sands sublime!
Anita Suzanne Tillemans 2010/rev 2014
October 27, 2014



In reverie, I remember

Water’s golden light,

Lit like stars at midday,

Or by moon in deepest night,

Dark green, with streaks of blue,

Silken streaming strands,

Waves crashing through,

On shores of ancient sands.

Salty turquoise seas,

Deep in days begun,

Reflecting heaven’s hues,

Mirroring the sun;

And when the skies cloud grey,

Bringing summer rains,

With water on the rooftops

Snaking down the windowpanes,

Singing in pools and gardens,

On cars and in the streets,

Glazing steel and sidewalks,

Rippling shadows on the sheets,

In reverie, I remember

Water running wild, white,

Or in silken threads streaming,

Strands of golden light.

Anita Suzanne Tillemans 2014

October 8, 2014

Into Blue

Into Blue

The Earth weeps in silent tears
And torrents coursing through,
Flowing into pools and streams
Tumbling into blue,
Through mountains blown and fields of black,
In once verdant forests, dead,
Pools, lakes and eddies fouled
Spring from the watershed;
And as Earth weeps, rivers flow
Through wetlands, hills and cranny,
Through rock and clay, soot and sand,
Cascading to the sea.
Distilled within, unspoken,
Mankind’s final deadly game,
To reach the summit’s Holy Grail
Lucre as thy name;
Deaf to nature’s songs and moods,
Heedless to beauty’s lore,
Intemperance in its surly grasp,
Callous to the core;
And so, in tides, Earth’s tears abide
On beaches born and bled
From rivers running ever,
Rising from the watershed,
In dreams drawn and silenced
From torrents coursing through,
Flowing into pools and streams
Tumbling into blue.
Oil train crossing a midwest prairie

Oil train crossing a midwest prairie

Anita Suzanne Tillemans, October 2014