Wachusett Meadow, Princeton, Massachusetts
Into the real spring.
The woods feel the energy coming from the young leaves.
Surfacing inclines and declines,
spreading brightness.
Shadows of the crowns are not yet here
and
little flowers know that it is now or never.
So crisp and intact...
Adams Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
Walking through the spring renewal.
Young leaves all around,
up-there in the crowns, midway to the touch, close to my boots.
Everywhere...
The beauty of growth suffuses breaths, coming to be a part of my body.
And to be right here, in this moment
makes me perceive
the players that sustain the life on this planet...
Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
Sunny spring days flow into the woods, waving green light from the crowns.
Makes me think about the leaves, these masters of photosynthesis.
Taking the reds and blues to make energy, and letting the greens color the woods.
Why ?
What makes the greens worthless for the leaves ?
Nobody knows. Some ideas lead to the sea.
Deep waters abound with blue and red light, not so much with the green.
Therefore,
the ancestor who lived down there did not evolve the chlorophyll to absorb green light.
Can then this GREEN be a reminder that all of us came from the sea ?
I love the spirit,
as if being at the bottom of the sea and looking up to its restless surface...
Drumlin & Van Leer & Ogilvie Land, Massachusetts
So special to be in woods at the time of spring awakening,
inducing these ethereal greens,
the overtones of creative energies to be seen and sensed.
Young leaves, perfect in form and color,
precisely as imagined,
arising on branches, pushing through fallen leaves and muddy swamps.
With the specks of little flowers...
