Wild Poems
Stillness
We watched a hummingbird buzz around, then land on her nest.
A nest so small there is zero chance we would have seen it otherwise.
A tiny cup of lichen and probably dog hair woven together by spider webs,
soft and expandable to accommodate growing chicks.
A miracle, plain and simple.
And that’s before they […]
The Pause
There’s a moment in spring
where everything seems to pause, just briefly.
It’s as if the season takes one big inhale
and then spring thunders in
with its special shades of green
and bright colors dotting the dull brown landscape.
We two-leggeds feel this in our bones
breathing with spring
brimming with anticipation.
Ready to emerge from winter’s grip
we […]
Spring Sun, Spring Storms
Snow has given way to spring.
Only patches of ice remain
where sun rarely touches
or where snow was piled high.
Daylight lingers.
Mud reigns.
Ducks and birds return from their winter get aways
as early spring skies fill with their wings and their songs.
Spring is a boisterous jovial time, after the hush of winter.
It is not […]
Stopped in our Tracks
It’s happening.
The forest, still mostly in its winter hush,
but for the shifting songs of cardinals
and other year-round feathered residents
beginning to sing louder, with more gusto,
the forest is starting to wake up.
Sap is running and spring has begun to show herself.
And yesterday, as if spring equinox was precisely their cue.
the red-wing […]
Just Stop
Do you feel the shift?
Love is in the air.
This winter Valentine day.
You can see it in the red patches of snow
where female bobcats coming into heat
have left their mark,
a card, of sorts, for the males to read.
You can hear it in the birdsong
as they start to shift from hushed winter […]
What holds us apart
For the snow lovers among us
these past weeks have been abundant.
Even a little too abundant
as we look in vain for places to put
the next shovel’s worth of bounty.
It’s exciting and exhausting
exhilarating and relentless.
Wet heavy snow stuck to the trees
then froze in place,
weighing down every single branch,
bending them into trails
we had […]