The wind blew the spring grass, still short and stifled by thatch.
The trees waved mildly in the breeze, red and green leaves in bud.
The clouds shrugged and the sun shone brightly.
Time stood down and the breeze passed by,
Everywhere, and so did I.
Posts Tagged ‘spring’
Everywhere
Posted in Eternal moments, Seasons, spring, time, tagged spring on April 30, 2025| Leave a Comment »
Supernatural Spring
Posted in Seasons, tagged spring on May 11, 2023| Leave a Comment »
Nothing displays the virtue of the color green as the season of spring.
Lime green leaves on deciduous trees will turn tomato red come fall. The tips of the forest-green spruce are chartreuse green. The weak-limbed weeping willow trails two-story lacy chains of pale green. Stalwart green spikes hold fading daffodils, and even the most unkempt lawn is verdant.
Green pushes up from the soil and emerges from the branches hanging above. The greening of the distant treeline allows even ancient half-dead trees to put on a show.
The green is on the land, for a precious few days. Suspended in the air, floating in the shifting light, low clouds, and mist. The birds sing of it, and the hidden frogs pipe its dance in ponds and swales.
Passing too quickly, a few eternal moments, and then gone for another year.
And Still the Peepers
Posted in Nature, tagged frogs, sounds of spring, spring on March 30, 2020| 1 Comment »
On Walkabout this morning.
It rained overnight, the streets shine. Worms stranded in the middle of the street, I rescue as many as I can.
Coming up on the corner, I hear them, the spring peepers.
In these parts, spring peepers are a small chorus frog that herald the arrival of spring. This year, I heard them first a week ago last Thursday. Theirs is the first song of the morning, followed by the solo of the 5 AM robin. Not long after, a chorus of birdsong serenades in the day.
Nowadays, the streets are more quiet than the birds in the trees and the frogs in the bogs. Residents stay home, school buses are parked, waiting out the virus raging across the land.
Spring peepers are a sure thing when nothing else is. I am grateful.
After the storm
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged spring, thunderstorm on May 12, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Fertile wet after a thunderstorm passes. Luxuriant shades of every green. Mauve, purple. Grey sky deepens the color. Saturated. Peeper frogs sounding – even in the morning. Wind gently strokes a full bed of Tall Bearded Iris set to bloom later this month. Pillow talk.
Another thunderstorm, another impulse on its way, a wave to rise and fall. Spring.
Spring wind
Posted in Nature, Reflections on the everyday, tagged spring, wind on March 15, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Spring wind is quixotic, my favorite kind. Coltishly tossing dry leaves off the ground or moving like a tide through bare trees, it has a curiosity and willingness I admire.
Tuned through objects fixed and transient, spring wind makes its thoughts audible. A song of springtime.
Full moon upcoming, vernal equinox next week. Onward.
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