Green Hills Literary Lantern

Late Summer Walk



European loosestrife rules
where hills and swales slip down
into the lake. On the ridge,
the Jonathan apple trees
seem out of place, either sprung
from deer droppings, or gone wild
after a now gone farm failed.
There are others, Baldwins,
yellow delicious, pears, all wild now.
Then, autumn olive, berries red
and nearly ripe. As the ridge
rises, silver dogwoods and a grove
of crab apples give way
to an uncommon stand
of wild plums. After a while,
another lake, two wood ducks,
and a green back heron
taking flight. Steepening, the path
bounds up the hill to the deep shade
of hundred foot trees, of white oaks,
of shag bark hickories,
and smooth bark beeches. Where the slope
slackens again, a high plain
of constant shadow, the far side
cut through by a deep ravine,
at the bottom of which
a creek becomes a river
not always called St. Joseph.
Halfway across the plain,
in an unexpected clearing,
clumps of yellow lettuce,
jewel weed, blue asters--flowers
of the time just before the fall.


Nick Conrad has new poetry in recent or forthcoming issues of Birmingham Poetry Review,Blueline,Common Ground, Eclipse, The Gihon River Review, isotope, Paper Street, The NeoVictorian/Cochlea, Orbis (UK), Southern Poetry Review and Tar Wolf Review. One poem was featured last year at the Verse Daily website.

In addition, his poetry has also appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, Borderlands, BUCKLE &,Crab Creek Review, The Cumberland Review, Eclipse,  Green House, Into the Teeth of the Wind, The Jacaranda Review, Kansas Quarterly,  The Literary Review, The Mid-America Poetry Review, Plainsongs, Mochila Review,  The Pacific Review,  Potomac Review,  the Seattle Review, The Sow’s Ear Poetry Review, Stone Country, Tar River Poetry,The Times Literary Supplement (TLS), and others, as well as in several anthologies.