Skyscrapers of these woods
-only the penthouse views
are encased in greenery.
Looking up towards the blue sky and glowing sun, it struck me that only the very tops of these coniferous trees proudly fanned out green needles.
The remainder of the tree was a skinny, bare, straight trunk. Hardly any branches reached out from this tall column of arbor. Yet, it kept reaching higher battling for the light of life.
Standing there, looking up, I felt so small.
Small guardians of Spring
poke through the remnants of leaves and snow
Proclaiming its arrival
in a vibrant golden glow.
Glancing out the window into my backyard, my eyes are drawn to a pop of color low on the ground. I realize it is a large patch of crocuses in their first bloom of the year.
It is nature announcing in a vibrant, energetic voice- “SPRING IS HERE! Come and see the renewal of beauty to this brown and gray land.”
I am so excited to do what I do each Spring. I go out and admire these small but strong flowers. Such a combination of delicacy and yet the power to rise.
I salute these guardians of Spring’s door and celebrate your return with joy.
Two seasons intertwine-
last vestiges of snow
diminishing,
hydrating,
heralding,
the squishy, squelchy mud.
- Two seasons intertwine.
A day in March can be such a confliction. Winter and Spring vying to see who can triumph.
Still cold, brisk breezes battle the sunshine warming the air and ground
Icy, slippery, shady paths compete against the inches deep, slip-slidin’ mud encased steps
The silence of the woods tussle with the chirps and tweets of returning birds
Winter and Spring wrestle with each other throughout the day.
I choose to be a peacemaker. I will savor the last of the snow and crisp air before it fades for another year. I happily welcome with arms wide open the hopeful signs of Spring and its soon to be arrival.
No need for conflict... just conciliation.
as I groggily adjust
to the senses of a new day.
A forgotten sound fills my ears-
the tweeting and chirping of birds
welcoming the dawn.
A smile spreads,
joy blossoms in my soul,
winter is nearing an end.
The birds sing the
hope of spring.
Oh what a glorious alarm! I don’t remember the last time I opened my eyes to the day and had this sweet sound fill my ears. It has been months- those cold winter months in Upstate New York. These tweets bring hope of Spring and they began my day with JOY!
The storm has rolled out, an ordinary calm carries in on its coattails. All looks right in the world until a subtle rustle and plink-ploppi...
