Day 70 of Covid-19
I entered the woods before dawn,
not scary at all, but unlike yesterday
when the rabbits and deer were ripe,
this morning oozed silence, and I was alone,
the icy rain that fell late in the afternoon and
long into the night, all the creatures of
the dawn, hunkered down, but me.
Annie watched it fall yesterday, and said
I hope it doesn’t kill the buds, and I replied
they’ve been here before, as if I knew something.
Anything at all. Which of course I didn’t.
And don’t.
The birds slept in late, but soon they woke,
limbered their joints, stretching tall,
then lifted their voices in song,
as the gray skies brightened.
Tall grass, covered with ice, crackled
beneath my feet. Twigs popped like
single kernels of popcorn.
Inspecting buds and twigs closely,
I saw the rain fell, then started to drip,
then froze, imprisoned instantaneously,
some drops freezing, I’m sure, mid-air,
as they hurtled to the ground. Gravity.
Others captured, frozen in time, mid-stride.
Spring flowers, Hepatica, Dutchman's breeches,
and more, snuggling in, heads tucked down
wearing small capes of ice on their shoulders.
But not the fungi, Turkey Tail and more,
the ice gained no purchase, and I put my
cheek close, wondering if I could feel
the heat of tiny ovens inside.
I passed my walking stick
hand to hand, as it too
was covered with ice,
as it sleeps every night
in the bed of my pickup.
A breeze rattled the icy
branches, and the air filled
with an orchestra of wind chimes.
I knelt to inspect some possum tracks
on a game trail, and spooked a
couple of ducks who scolded me,
their voices echoing
as they moved to another pond.
There’s always another pond...
Chubby cardinals on icy branches,
in serenade. Wooing.
At a spent bean field at the edge of the timber,
40 or so blackbirds grazed like cattle,
then leapt into the air as one,
to circle in flight briefly, only to settle
a dozen or so feet away. Again, then again.
Cackles like mumbles.
A drumming flicker told me it was time
for breakfast, and to head home, where the
girls were still likely warm in bed, like toast.
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Stunning imagery that captures that moment early in the pandemic. Keep the poems coming please.
Thank you, lovely!