As I Walk in Spring
In Spring the first hints of verdant growth peek out from the underbrush. Sheltered areas become microcosms of lushness, as green tendrils reach out from the center pushing to the periphery. Baby rabbits and squirrels stop to delight in its freshness. Woody scents waft through the vale from the decaying remains of a downed tree so recently obscured by the last winter storm. The breeze carries hints of warmth yet there remains a briskness that belies the season.
Overhead numerous birds call and new sounds awaken in the warmer light. Flashes of color appear and just as quickly disappear as the owner darts across the path. He takes up another perch to begin his call again. Among their number, a goldfinch, a wren, robins, blackbirds, chickadees, flickers and woodpeckers. They have been absent for months and don’t reveal where they have been. They seem happy to be back and busy with their tasks carrying bits of grass or twigs for their new nests. Beyond the path lazily drifting above the hazy green trees the red-tail hawk drifts and spirals wherever the wind carries her, an eye ever watchful for prey. She dips as a sparrow taunts her “Catch me if you can!”
One day just a hint of green decorates the barren branches the next and explosion of green leaves hides the sky from beneath the aging cottonwoods. The tiny buds progress ceaselessly to miniature leaves. A multitude of shades of green become evident. The oaks have a rich emerald hue while the maples are light and airy. Even the evergreens take on a brighter shade of green, and shake off their winter frost as if new life has been breathed into them. Here and there the limbs, severed by winter gales litter the earth. Their browns and tans contrast with the flourishing canopy. Flashes of sunlight now glazed with an emerald glow light up the path beneath my feet and I know it is spring.
Light spring rain is a welcome occasion. Spring showers wash clean the air and carry away the winter dust sluicing toward the creek, whose waters will one day journey toward the sea. The wildlife scurries to find dry spots to wait out the chilling mist as new leaves stretch out for a drink of the life-giving liquid.
Oblivious to the weather, I peer around for a dry spot to wait. The sweet aroma of plum bushes is enhanced by a fresh breeze. Muddy pools form as I search for a way to go. As I smile prepared to move, the flash of lightning and crack of thunder lead me to a different conclusion. The path and all its wonders will wait until another day.by