Louisa Enright's Blog

Mainely Tipping Points

Archive for the ‘Poems’ Category

Haiku 5

leave a comment »

November 22, 2017

Haiku 5

November 21, 2017


Thanksgiving Beckons

With Giving and Receiving

Give first of oneself



Written by louisaenright

November 23, 2017 at 9:20 am

Posted in Poems

Poems: Haiku 4

leave a comment »

November 20, 2017

Haiku 4


November 20, 2017


Sun sparkling harbor

Pen gathers up the dog scents

Walking brings us joy

Written by louisaenright

November 21, 2017 at 11:31 am

Posted in Poems

Poems: Haiku 1

leave a comment »

November 16, 2017


Haiku 1

November 13, 2017


First snow fell last night

Ice crystals kissing the earth

Last leaves hold on tight



Written by louisaenright

November 17, 2017 at 6:08 pm

Posted in Poems

Poems: Haiku 2

leave a comment »

November 15, 2017

Haiku 2

October 2017


Crimson maple flames

Against corner of gold house

Earth’s revolution



Written by louisaenright

November 15, 2017 at 11:50 am

Posted in Poems

Poems: “The Red Wheelbarrow”

leave a comment »

Janine Gervais sends along this poem by William Carlos William (1883-1963).


So nice to read in this spring season in Maine…




so much depends



a red wheel



glazed with rain



beside the white


Written by louisaenright

June 15, 2015 at 4:47 pm

Posted in Poems

Tagged with

Poems: “Almost June in New England”

leave a comment »

Poems:  June 1, 2015

And now it IS JUNE.

Here is a poem Jeanne Gervais sent me the other day–before I got home and could post it.

Almost June in New England

Barefoot on dirt

and warm porch floorboards.

Indoor plants are outside

breathing air, soaking sun.

I saw an ant, a Robin with red breast

all in a morning.

Look at all the light green buds in the trees!

When did that happen? Wasn’t it yesterday we had snow.

Jeanine Gervais

May 26, 2015

Written by louisaenright

June 1, 2015 at 11:26 am

Posted in Poems

Poem: “Mending Wall,” Robert Frost

leave a comment »

Poem:  May 2015

Jeanine Gervais sent me this Robert Frost poem the other day.

I thought you might enjoy it too.

We in Maine are busy with spring clean-up, which involves fixing walls and picking up brush, so the poem is timely.


Robert Frost


Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun,

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them made or heard them made,

But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it

Where there are cows?

But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I’d ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,

That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,

But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me~

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father’s saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

Written by louisaenright

June 1, 2015 at 11:15 am

Poems: “I Know Her”

with one comment

Poems:  February 12, 2015

Rose sent me this poem the other day.  It had been sent to her.

Thanks, Rose!



Someone asked me if I knew you.

I laughed, and said, Ha! That’s funny!

I adore that woman!

She’s blessed, caring, loving, sweet, beautiful, a woman of spirit.

And she’s reading this message right now.

I love her!!

Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says:

“Oh crap, she’s up!!!!!”

Author Unknown

Written by louisaenright

February 12, 2015 at 11:02 am

Posted in Poems

Tagged with

Poems: “Our Winter of 2015”

leave a comment »

Poems:  February 4, 2015

I asked Jeanine Gervais, who lives in the northern Boston area, which has also been slammed with snow, to write a poem about winter for the blog.

Note:  a “snow farms,” I just learned are the places (like empty parking lots) where cities/towns are putting snow to get it off the streets.

Our Winter of 2015


By Jeanine H. Gervais…inspired by my friend, Louisa P. Enright


It has been snowing for years now

or so it seems

The sky a milky white

warns us

more to come.

Blankets of snow will silence everything.


There is no escape:

TV weathermen with anxious voices reminding us

of record snow fall…school closings…stay off roads

sand and plow trucks have been deployed.


Why do they broadcast TV newsmen

on top of snow mounds,

then too breathless to give reports,

like we need to see snow mounds

we have the real thing.

We have our own snow farms, too.


It takes 15 minutes to put on four layers

the windchill factor minus 17 degrees

to find the mailbox glued shut

but it doesn’t matter because mailmen who deliver in rain, sleet, and snow,

don’t.  I miss my mail.

The Boston Globe newspaper tube

a frozen cannoli,

glare ice hides

under baby-powder snow.

I hear the roofs heave,

salt is eating my car.


Friends from Florida and Arizona

send emails

with cute remarks

but that’s okay,

we can take it.

We had to jump off merry-go-rounds,

such a gift.


February 2, 2015

Written by louisaenright

February 4, 2015 at 10:39 am

Turkey Tracks: Winter Morning Poem

with 2 comments

Turkey Tracks;  December 6, 2014



Winter Morning


Beyond the window

Crystal blue winter sky.

A line of wild turkeys,

Each picking its way down the hill

Over the still-bright carpet of leaves

And patches of snow.

The dogs emerge from beneath

The bed covers and nuzzle my face.

The rooster calls from the coop.

We are all hungry

On this winter morning.

Louisa Enright

December 2014


Written by louisaenright

December 7, 2014 at 12:11 pm