Brewster's Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
Cool and windy, bundled-up.
Chirps and flirts delight, as the waking songs amidst the browns.
And then there is this water, lots of water,
in the ponds,
with young lilies coming through,
and Canadiens enjoying splashing it around.
A single swan at peace...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Carlisle, Massachusetts
Cornfields are blank, young corns not in sight, still below the ground.
Yet the soil looks ready,
with the notes, as a nudge to a passer-by not to intrude.
Bluebirds flutter across,
and do not mind having these note posts around.
Good spots to take a brief rest...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Carlisle, Massachusetts
Just awaken from the winter sleep...
Halibut Point State Park, Cape Ann, Massachusetts
The ocean is dotted with these teeny beings.
Sea ducks,
in high spirits,
and consonant in motion with the blue.
They come from the frozen North and winter on this spot, day and night in this cold water.
How can they survive ?
Perfectly adapted, no worries over here...
Cambridge, Massachusetts
... of our life-giving Planet.
I wonder if a tiny bit of me is up there, looking down ? Smiling.
I smile back...
Drumlin Farm, Lincoln, Massachusetts
All frozen,
no motion,
except for
the flitting sparrows amidst snowy sparkles...
Adams Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
I love to saunter woods after the snowfall,
when all known forms greet me coated, like the actors in a new play,
and the ponds become spotless walkabouts
without footnotes...
Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts
TOGETHER, to this day...
Cold days keep the snow light and fluffy.
Sculpted personas abound, and
the unseen are present.
Each one molds its own path,
some hurry along, others crisscross, but never meet.
It looks like all of them keep going on purpose,
with a joy of being that transpires through.
I wonder if the traces of our steps feel the same way ?
What a JOURNEY !
