April Spring
by Elouise
sorting quickly
a robin selects fresh twigs
worthy of her nest
cold gusts
send Spring warmth flying –
a starling whistles
blanketed
beneath wildflowers
Spring takes root
I wrote each of these this past week, on different days following a chilly walk outdoors. This morning tiny snowflakes were whirling around for a bit before disappearing. Yesterday D and I walked in the late afternoon leaning into cold gusts.
This winter was the most difficult we’ve had in years. So cold, icy, windy and messy with snow that I couldn’t get out and about as much as I did last winter. Which isn’t great for my mood or my sense of being part of the world around me.
All I want is to see people, give and take a smile or two, maybe stop and talk a bit, admire all the dogs that don’t belong to me, watch children racing around in the street and on the playground, get my miles and hills done, dodge a few cars, listen to robins, tufted titmice, chickadees, cardinals, woodpeckers and flycatchers, then come home to our cat and a warm house.
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 7 April 2018
Photo of Claytonia virginica (spring beauty) found at nature.com
And how well she balances the concept of sexuality with the songs of robins, tufted titmice, chickadees, cardinals, woodpeckers and flycatchers
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Hmmm…I seem to remember something about birds and bees….
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Spring takes root better than Spring runs riot I suppose
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Ah, the joys of Spring, the scents on the air. My earliest memory as a child was standing alone in the back yard, watching the sky and just inhaling the scent of muddy thawed earth, seeing the little buds breaking out of hibernation and just feeling an overwhelming sense of peace about the whole thing. Lovely images you spin here my friend, welcome Spring ❤
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I think it took a little detour….though some got here in the last several days! 🙂 I can’t believe I’m still wearing my down jacket every time I go outside! But at least I’m able to leave the house and get some of that sunshine you thought got lost. I’m also checking the air regularly for a warm and healing Spring fling adventure!
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What a great memory, Kim! I also have memories of mud–the Savannah River type in which marsh grass and marsh hens with their chicks live. Chubby little things, those spring chicks. Their little bodies all spread out on whatever they landed on! Kind of like those soft yellow Easter marshmallow chicks. 🙂
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Peeps 🙂 I have two packs-alas, don’t eat them, often pose them in fun places and take pics 🙂 memory is a wonderful thing ❤
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