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Boundary Waters Quetico Forum :: Group Forum: Artist's Corner :: a poem for the changing seasons
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| dogwoodgirl |
a misty afternoon on the river warblers call from alder thicket and grouse drumming deeper back among popples root me to the ground. no spectator at these ancient rites all are initiates from the first breath to the final one. dog chases her nose from branch to stone to winter’s dry grass rustling we dance tossed in the same wind that flings the pine boughs and sends the opsrey swirling down the sky. bees hum their way from the flowers of one season to the next with such devotion from the spring bells of blueberry and the delicate catkins of the trees on to summer’s wild orgy of color and shape apple, rose accacia, lilac and peony and iris primrose, violet and sage and autumn’s stately thick furred spires of mullein among the blues and pinks of asters a ritual of choreographed desire and satiation. |