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Spring rises from flattened earth in green rosettes of energy pushing stems of blossoms toward the light.

Every storm pushes ahead of itself a wind that tells you its name. It whistles through the branches and moans in the treetops.

I took a couple of quick walks along the trail and into the woods between errands on the first warm and inviting days. At first it was all practical, looking for the first spring ephemerals, but as always the sensory experience of nature edges away the practicality and loosens my creative senses. I found only one flower not quite opened the first visit to all my favorite places for these first flowers, but a week later everything had opened up, shades of green and yellow, flowers, the sound of running water and spring had been unleashed.

So overwhelmed with looking and listening and walking, scenting mud and moss and a mixture of last year’s detritus and this year’s fresh beginnings, and feeling the wind on my face and tugging on my hair and the water on my feet that I couldn’t form a coherent group of words.

I only came up with two and gave myself a few days to let them simmer to see if anything more would develop. Not really, but I loved them and wanted to share the experience.

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Colors of Winter

Original sentence

The air was full of fine snow flurries, and the ripe rose hips were red as summer against the snow.

First draft

The air was full of crystal flurries
the ripe rose hips red as summer
against the snow.

Second draft

Air full of crystal flurries
rose hips as red as summer
in the snow.

January 2, 2023

I drafted this about a week ago when I posted this photo, just as a sentence, knowing I wanted to work with it. The photo was a difficult catch, the flurries in movement and the rose hips holding still and glistening. I tried to capture the feeling of the movement and contrast that I remembered, and that still inspire me.

I composed the first draft poem in the past tense as was the original statement.

Then I felt it would work better in present tense.

I think I’ll leave it here for today, and I know I’ll come back to it.

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Some Idle Thoughts Along the Trail

Colors of Winter, poem in progress

Colors of Winter