Into the Early Spring

Ward Reservation, Andover, Massachusetts

First green leaves, 

 amidst browns, 

   where muddy prevails.

 

  There! 

 I see a bluebird on a branch. 

   Seems the time is right

 to bring the colors with the wings into the woods... 

Water

Noanet Woodlands, Dover, Massachusetts

Snow has left.

 Awakening streams are infusing the woods.

  Crisscrossing, 

    jumping over rocks, 

   rushing through the narrows.

  Burble, burble, burble...

     and I listen... 

Where are They ?

Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts

Warm days have arrived.

 Snowflakes are dissolving, not leaving, just changing.

  Do I see them ? 

  In the rising bubbles of the melting crystals.

  In the unveiled earth patches.

    

 Watering the woods.

  Do I see them in this baby pine ?... 

Traces

Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

A few days after the blizzard.

 Soft drifts are at rest

  and

 the trees are standing, being themselves.

  

 Others, 

  tracing where paths do not appear 

   unless already passed.

  

 Stepping on someone's footprints, in the hope that they will hold. 

  Sometimes they do,

    very often they don't 

 and my boot sinks into the hole... 

Blizzard

Cambridge, Massachusetts

When Nature comes for a visit

 it feels as if the urban life has stopped.

   

Cars are not moving.

 Streets, 

  empty of the traffic sounds. None to be heard.

   

Bikes are hanging in there, waiting.

   

Robin looks around from the branch, 

   somewhat surprised 

or NOT 

    and then flies away.

   

Leaving me in the crystal whirlpools of silence...