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| Sunday March 17, 2013 |
Yellow leaf on the sidewalk. Scalloped by caterpillars. Worm-holed by grubs. Dotted with russet spots of sugar perhaps, or something delicious for Spring’s legions of life.
Dearest Readers,
I invite you to experience the quiet signs of
Spring that crossed my walk route this winter. I neglected to photograph most of these brief encounters...so imagine them if you can.
Sunday 2/10/2013
THREAD OF A VINE
A thread of a vine
Circumscribes the mud.
Green leaves
The size of squirrel ears
Listen to the first blue flower
Exploding along the line.
Ash Wednesday 2/13/ 2013
PINK HOPE
A cherry tree blooms.
Apron of petals on the bare ground.
Pink hope in a cold rain.
Friday 2/15/2013
SMALL YELLOW IDEAS
A forsythia bush is undecided.
Greenish-brown stems try out small yellow ideas.
Saturday 2/16/2013
HATCHLINGS
At the edge of the sidewalk
A nest of purple crocus open their mouths
Like hatchlings to receive the sun.
Sunday 2/17/2013
TWENTY FIVE DEGREES
8:00am.
Bands of robins arriving,
Trilling in the trees.
25 degrees.
Are you sorry you all left South Georgia?
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| Flower sparks |
Thursday 2/21/2013
FLOWER SPARKS
Bristly red shoots
Flame out of the mud.
Flower sparks poised to ignite.
Friday 2/22/2013
BLACKBIRD HOARDS
Blackbird hoards overtake an oak
And the rights to the neighborhood air
With liquid songs, improv trills,
And freshets of fluid tweets.
Tuesday 2/26/2013
PERISCOPE
Bleak garden sends up a lavender spike.
A periscope in search of Spring
On a rain washed winter day.
Thursday 2/28/2013
OVERGROUND RAILROAD
Neighborhood elm is a way station of birdsong
For the overground railroad.
Springbound.
Headed North.
Saturday 3/2/2013
A SCAP OF LINT
Ice gray clouds and
Bitter wind.
A snowflake
Floats out of the sky
Like a lonely scrap of lint.
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| Golden Trumpets |
Tuesday 3/12/2013
GOLDEN TRUMPETS
Yellow blooms on a round green bush–
Golden trumpets blaring
The scent of baby powder
With hints of lemonade.
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| Supplicant Dogwood |
Thursday 3/14/2013
THE SUPPLICANT
Mid-March. 28º.
A dogwood stands like a supplicant.
Arms outstretched
Offering nascent buds to a leaden sky.
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| Glorious Bradford Pear |
Tuesday 3/19/2013
GLORY
Bradford Pear in all her glory
Exposes herself to Spring.
Swollen blooms
Wave alluring threads
Of dusty, musky love
To gangs of loud, excited bees.
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