Winter fades as temperatures rise into muddy mirrors and sloppy grassy brownness
brilliant white rabbit fur darkens ~ streaks of brown matching the season.
circling honking geese discuss
family plans and planning.
masked or unmasked pairs or singles
stride purposely or stroll comfortably
cyclists zip past, mud sprays soiling their jackets
joggers slap and puff past, talking between breaths
bullrushes, brush and trees line the bird sanctuary banks
readying for new families of songbirds, ducks and geese.
there is little to see on the late winter prairies
except the sounds and movement of life.
“But the beauty is in the walking - we are betrayed by destinations.”
~ Gwyn Thomas, Welsh poet
September, 1936 - April, 2016
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