(W. Michael Wrenn)




The wind blows cold across the lake--
I think of you.
The chill seems to penetrate
Straight to the very marrow
Of my bones--
I remember you.
The crystal clear water,
Like a giant mirror
Lying on the surface of the earth,
Reflects the slate blue sky above--
I picture you.
The trees catch the muted rays
Of the sun...
The waves ripple...
The leaves rustle...
I divine your presence here--



Double Ceremony

There you lie
With your hands on your lap...
So still, so silent, so cold,
Unlike days of old
When I knew you by your laughter.

Now above you the rafters ring,
Echo the sound of chapel bells...
And I just sit and stare,
Unaware they knell for me
As well as you. 


W. Michael Wrenn


Wil Michael Wrenn is a poet, songwriter, and educator who lives in rural north Mississippi. He has an MFA from Lindenwood University and is a member of the American Society of Composers, Authors, and Publishers. His work has appeared in numerous journals, magazines, and anthologies, and he has published a book of poems. His website can be found at:  http://www.michaelwrenn.com/