Friday, April 4, 2014

SPRING MORNING ~ Woodcock Buzz

Runa having a snow bath...hopefully one of the last...
Hemmed in by rotting snow....or so I thought.  I went out early a few moments ago to photograph the mote of melted land that is surrounded by rotting snow.  Yesterday evening I tried to venture near the pond.  A few steps in and I sunk to my knees.  I had intended to write about being trapped and confined to walks on the road.  But the buzzy sound of a woodcock interrupted my thoughts of confinement which was soon followed by wild turkey gobbles ~~~ Spring!  Even though I was only dressed in my robe I took a few steps onto the morning shaded snow.  It held me!  

Not really "dressed" for the occasion but, I didn't want to take the chance that the thaw would happen at any minute so I took a little walk.  Here are a few scenes from my short soon as I left the safety of the shadows I began to sink.

With the sound of the woodcock and the sight of swelling pussy willows I say good bye to winter.... finally!  It may interest you to know that I have not left this place for 20 days (walks on the road only exception).  I broke my previous record of 16 days.  Time to let go of my winter solitude and hibernation and embrace the increasing light! (I have plans to go out this monthly-ish meeting with my spirit sisters for an evening of food sharing and philosophical discussions~~~sweetness)

Good-bye Snow

Welcome Light

"Hope" is the thing with feathers - (314)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

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