In Thoreau's Footsteps

Concord Conservation Land, Massachusetts

 Early spring is about water.
  Overflowing ponds, streams, rivers and rains prepare earth for the revival.

 Today, we walk the paths where Thoreau sauntered almost 200 years before.
   Through the land which includes Walden Pond
  and the woods that stretch all the way to Sudbury river and his beloved Fairhaven.
 
 At that time, mostly a farmland with hills opened to long views Thoreau enjoyed so much.
   Now a woodland, in the life of her own, without the views.
 
   Yet Sudbury is still here,
      with just about the same spring overflows... 

Little Rascal

Cambridge, Massachusetts

Early spring maples have begun to show their florets.
 Minuscule, delicate flowers just about to open-up,

   and a squirrel munches with delight, in the morning sunshine.

 Whose side are you on? Nature does not ask... 

Is It Spring?

Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts

         It depends...  

In Colors

Heywood's Meadow, Walden Pond State Reservation, Massachusetts 

We reach the Heywood's...

Snowy whites mingle with reddish browns on the ground, 
  while leafy blushes imbue the blue-sky ripples.   

Canada geese are sauntering the waterways and
   Mallards leave the trail marks behind,
 
   as if their time is forever...  

With Others

Lincoln Conservation Land, Massachusetts

I look at this young beech
   gilded with radiant leaves,
      singing and dancing on the slightest breeze.
 
  Shines among pines... 

A Touch of Snow

Lincoln Conservation Land, Massachusetts

   Walking Lincoln woodlands...
 Some snow on the ground raises the spirits of these sleepy woods.

 Highlights the finest branches, fallen leaves, and some more...
     rolling canvas,
   a lively show of all those usually missing in the play.

  And I observe... 

Let me Have the Ordinary

 Walden Pond, Massachusetts

I omit the unusual - the hurricanes and earthquakes - and describe the common.
This has the greatest charm and is the true theme of the poetry.
You may have the extraordinary for your province,
  if you will let me have the ordinary.

Give me...
  the smallest share of all things but poetic perception.
    ...but the eyes to see the things which you possess.

HENRY D. THOREAU, Journals, August 28, 1851