It’s different here,
this season’s change –
the slant of the light
and the smell in the air –
brighter, milder, wilder,
like something ancient, fierce and dangerous
but constant and controlled.
I’ve always said nature is a woman.
Wake.
Grow.
Bloom.
Blossom.
Change.
The season turns
again.
The past and present
are not the same,
but the cycle
is certain,
a constant.
And I can feel it –
down in my bones,
deep in my soul –
now
more than ever.
Each year I’ve waited
For the little frogs to peep
The first sign of spring
Birdsong all around
Morning dew in the meadow
Breathe a sigh of spring
Last night I saw them
The first of the year’s fireflies
Summer’s on the way
It’s a new week, and a new month! I’ll have a short story out on Wednesday (April’s, just a little late), and in the meantime, I’m playing catch-up from our weekend with family (which was lovely and, as usual, too short). It’s looking to be a busy week, and you know, I’m really fine with that. I always feel like I have more energy and more determination in spring. It’s like watching the earth come alive again makes me feel more alive, too.
So, onward! And here’s a poem to get the week started. 😊 Happy creating, y’all!
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Lady May (A Poem)
Crowned in flowers
and robed in sunshine,
Lady May walks now
from slope to valley,
forest to river
to field and pasture.
And in her dewy wake,
she lines them with color,
paints them green and blue
and pink and white,
bright yellow and regal lavender,
and leaves behind
the joy and hope of a world
come alive once more.
This little guy seems to come back and visit us every year.
We always see him at his favorite spot on the power lines by our back window. Out of curiosity, I looked up bluebirds, and most of the information I found says that they symbolize joy and hope, and are a sign that good things are just around the corner. Well, I sure hope so! But perhaps it’s enough that this little one makes me smile – a big kindness from so small a creature.
Nature is amazing, y’all.
It’s so gorgeous out today, and I just had to share some pictures that Graham snapped on his morning walk with Annie. (Where was I? Alas, I’m not a morning person, so, still in bed.)
I’m really hoping we get some fruit this year from our apple trees. I doubt we will, but you never know!
I suppose they’re just weeds, but I think they’re lovely.
The Japanese maple looks so vibrant in the morning sunlight.
Perhaps I ought to start waking up earlier, right? This is certainly a lot of color and beauty to miss in the service of sleeping in.
It feels like it happened overnight, and now here we are!
Redbud trees are my favorite. They’re native to the area, and I think every bit as lovely as cherry blossoms. To me, it’s not spring until the redbud trees bloom.
There’s actually a small festival near the town where I grew up. I’ve never attended, despite living so close for so long, and perhaps one of these days I should change that.
But for now, I’ll enjoy this beauty from the comfort of my favorite writing chair.
I love snow in winter, but there’s nothing quite like watching things come alive again in spring.
Maybe we’ll even get some apples from our orchard this year! But even if not, just seeing the blossoms makes me smile.
Y’all, it’s beautiful outside today.
I always find that in that space between seasons – the end of one and beginning of another, when things first start to change – it’s hard for me to focus. I just want to watch, and feel, and experience.
Anybody else?
My plan for today was to get some non-writing tasks done and then devote the afternoon to creative work. But alas, it’s just perfect daydreaming weather, and I think I shall just have to go and play outside instead.
And I’m not even sorry.
(Well, maybe I’m a little sorry. Or, at least, I likely will be tomorrow. But tomorrow’s tomorrow. We only get one today, don’t we?)
If you’ve been reading for a while, you probably know that redbud blossoms are my favorite and, well, we’re just about there!
I’ve loved redbud trees for as long as I can remember, and every spring, I’m just so happy when they bloom. Won’t be long now!
A Virginia Writer's Diary 