THE SOUNDS OF SPRING

The woods wake. Sounds betray its secrets. Rustling leaves make one start – could it be snakes or chipmunks?   The wind teases the trees, still budding. Birds warble from the treetops. If I could only linger.   Footfalls echo on the sylvan grounds. The whisper of butterflies on air held all spellbound. The photosContinue reading “THE SOUNDS OF SPRING”

ORDINARY MIRACLES

The old path offers nothing new. I have been in this place several times before. Still,  I have to be careful – between the network of exposed tree roots, the steep terrain, and the narrowness of the path – I could not afford to not pay attention. I am here to walk and to spendContinue reading “ORDINARY MIRACLES”

A CONVERSATION WITH THE WOODS

I leave you my footsteps quietly resting on the pine needles carpeting your floor Conceal them in the cracks of the earth from where your trees and flowers grow for me to retrieve upon my return I leave you my shadows hiding behind the trees among the leaves unfurling, greening in the ever warming sunContinue reading “A CONVERSATION WITH THE WOODS”

SUNDAY POST: (SWAN LAKE IN THE ) CITY

To respond to Jake’s challenge this week, CITY, I decided to go on a walking tour of my little New England City fondly nicknamed The Silver City. A hundred or so years ago, Taunton, as it is called, was the home of factories that produced fine silver goods. These factories included Reed & Barton, PooleContinue reading “SUNDAY POST: (SWAN LAKE IN THE ) CITY”