After we visited the orchid show, D and I headed over to see what was going on in the meadow. Not much, if you were looking for lush signs of spring. Nonetheless, what I saw inspired a poem. D took the photo from the wooden bridge over the meadow pond.
Floating on the pond
Webs crack through ice
Awake to Spring knocking
On soggy doors
Beneath the surface
Frozen life hibernates
Motionless and chilled –
Waiting for release
From Winter’s icy grip
And now this photo — a closeup of something lying on the ice in the photo above. A graceful, beautiful remnant of Fall. This time fragile beauty frozen to the surface, waiting for release.
So…what about that meadow? Though it was open to hikers, there were precious few actually on the trails. The happiest hikers we saw were in motorized wheelchairs! No muddy boots, no slipping and sliding.
This budding tulip tree next to the meadow seems to think spring is just around the corner –
After a look at the slippery, muddy meadow paths, we decided to stay on the paved perimeter and walk over to the pond. I’ve never seen it so full, or so covered with ice.
Still, it was beautiful, peaceful and alive with signs of life, even though nothing was moving below the surface. I love the reflection of tree trunks and limbs in the first photo below. The second photo documents our only live bird sighting on the ground around the pond and meadow. One lonely robin.
This last set of photos is from our walk back to the visitor’s center. I chose several with flashes of color, beauty, or quirky interest.
Shadows and hints of things to come. Even the icy pond shows promise. I can’t wait to go back when Spring has officially arrived.
Thanks for visiting!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 19 February 2019
Photos taken by DAFraser, 5 February 2019