By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet
This is a time of year I find invigorating. This year, to celebrate the fall season, you might want to take a road trip up the Great River Road along the Mississippi River. As well as magnificent river vistas on the Wisconsin side, you can enjoy the winding roads through high hills and valleys. The native grasses there and along the way reminded me of our Native American roots. From the forests and bluffs, it’s easy to imagine life in the Kickapoo Valley in ages past.
Some of us wild gardeners have chosen to use these native prairie grasses in our own yards. At this time of the year, they sway in the wind, and really do dance.
Those grasses inspired this poem, which was published in a different form many years ago here and in Who Walks Among the Trees with Charity, and in this pared-down form in Mid-America Review.
Maybe you love these grasses and cultivate them, too. Even if you don’t garden with them, you might appreciate them along the road or in parks such as Rock Cut or Blackhawk Springs, and our own Rock River walkway, where they grow with a mind of their own, bursting and changing colors at this time of year.
When I looked up the scientic names for the grasses that grace my backyard and Midwest prairies, I was amazed to discover their scientific names were so elegant, adding yet another dimension of beauty and appreciation.
I find that when a writer does a little research, sometimes that research can add the finishing touch to the piece. I discovered a sense of hope in the prairie grasses, which seem to do their own thing, no matter what else is going on in the world.
Amidst Prairie Grass
Pennestum setacei Rubrum.
Miscanthus sinesis Gracillimus.
Even the names are benedictions here.
Fall, with its drama of transformation,
its salutation to the sun. Indian Summer:
golden spears and reeds rippling Ravenna grass.
Pampas grass. Frosted grasses
rooted in pungent black earth.
Riverways of roots and tubes.
Mondo grass returning to its source.
A single seed
deep within in a great labyrinth unseen:
So much goes on without us.
Christine Swanberg has published about 300 poems in 70 journals and anthologies. Her books include Who Walks Among the Trees with Charity (Wind Publishing, Kentucky), The Red Lacquer Room (Chiron Publishing, Kansas), The Tenderness of Memory (Plainview Press, Texas), Slow Miracle (Lakeshore Publishing, Illinois), Invisible String (Erie St., Illinois), Bread Upon the Waters (Windfall, Wisconsin) and Tonight on this Late Road (Erie St., Illinois). She teaches writing at The Clearing in Door County, Wisconsin, and gives workshops and readings thoughout the United States.
From the Sept. 21-27, 2011, issue