1235 Denton Street
La Crosse, WI 54601
The scientifically romantic poetry of Paul Kosir has its academic roots in his nine years as an undergraduate at the UW-Madison and his Master’s in Environmental Education from UW-Stevens Point. His experiential nature poetry was drawn from his twelve years as the Naturalist at Wyalusing State park near Prairie du Chien.
Kosir won 3rd place in the 2012 Wisconsin Writers Association Jade Ring Contest for The Northern Lights and the next year had four poems published in the anthology A Wisconsin Harvest Vol. II. In 2019, Earth was published in the nature poetry journal The Avocet.
Kosir has taught environmental science, biology, and physical science at the high school level; and earth science, biology, and environmental issues at the college level. Born in Milwaukee, he now lives in La Crosse with his wife and their two sons. Paul enjoys birdwatching, hiking, learning and writing about nature, gardening, and working on the family’s 13 acres near Hillsboro, Wisconsin.
Inside my Mother Earth, I feel my senses go away:
no sight, no sound, no touch, no taste; my sentience does not stay.
As I descend, the light grows dim, my sight begins to gray
till blackness strikes my eyes so deep, there’s nothing where I lay.
The sounds of life above persist, but not so where I rest;
the chamber walls are silent, in their stillness I am blest.
The air beyond turns still below, within my Mother’s breast;
while sheltered here, I fail to feel my limbs that once were stressed.
Through muted lips do I perceive no sweet, no salt, no sour;
the only taste is bitterness of food from my last hour.
No longer can my nose provide the fragrance of a flower,
for scent is barely issued from these walls severe and dour.
The vault that holds my earthly self is not for me a grave.
Immobile, not inanimate, I’m willing, not a slave.
This meditation, now complete, my consciousness does save;
my corporeal self, serene, now bonded, leaves the cave.
The Northern Lights
When God, in Mother Nature’s guise,
sheds Her grace upon the skies,
She magnetizes ions aerial,
preparing firmament empyreal
so that each lofty atom shines
along the Earth’s magnetic lines,
in pulsing, starlit choreography,
handwritten there in bright calligraphy.
While brushing hues above the air
by virtue of a solar flare,
She weaves Her light rays into tapestry,
unveiling meteoric artistry
by drawing draperies of light
across the northern polar night,
illuminating skies ethereal,
aglow with rare Aurora Boreal.