Spent the weekend clearing the last visages of winter as snow and ice had become 5-foot tall hills. Beneath the mounds, earth sprang forth with cold water, brown and reddish mud, and single blades of green grass. Spring has been dormant, waiting for the veil to be removed.
Early dusk light
scatters through curved
pine branches reaching
toward the soft, wet earth.
Tiny prisms individually
cast light in thin
strands; collectively the
forest removes a green veil
revealing the light of unknown
spectrums, a primal
energy my human eyes may see.
Light and shadows reverse roles –
earth spews white and yellow light –
spider webs catch, consume, and release –
I lie upon the earth
in utter silence while this
plays out, and I swallow
the haze engulfing the forest.
What structure and rules
we were taught as children
have no meaning here
and I return to an empty mind.
Time becomes foreign
three realms of past,
future, and present
dissipate into white smoke.
Left with a state of being
it becomes what I choose
and what I come to accept
from the land.
8 responses to “Winter’s Last Stand”
Wonderful! I felt the power of the earth, dirt, trees, light though yonder trees via your words:)
Thank you much for your comments. I try to keep the words simple, and just report what nature is showing me, as I am honored that the earth allows me to be there.
This is just lovely.
Thank you, I appreciate the greatly.
We have 70 degree weather yesterday and today… But rain moving in and snow in forecast for later in the week… Weird we still have snow mounds as well!!!!
Spring is full of transitions, and jostling with winter for control. Soon, spring will win!
We are still waiting for spring to arrive properly, slowly the promise of spring is becoming stronger! I love this poem, I can see all the different fractals f life you mention.
The air today is definitely spring here. Even the house as take on the scent, and thrown winter out the door. Thank you for your comments, and continued visits here!