still some snow
as the field softens into mud
this is the season of small beginnings
The Blue Sky Tries
January Thaw
a window into coexistence
the ice and mud
dried leaf and green grass
Three Of Them
and lack of mud
here is happiness
So Where Was I
when
everyone else
got feathers
Silent Talk
each morning
sweet greetings
in the tender look
Wonder of the Wallow
being one with
the great fertile earth
oh the magic of mud
Earth’s Wrinkles
water is the earth’s skin
wrinkled by the cold
marks and ridges telling time
the oldest story ever told
Mourning Cloak
before the flowers flower
the butterfly blooms
Change
a heaven sent rain
the glorious mud
season change
Mud
The fifth season is mud season.
The earth is liquid with rain and snow melt,
rich with nutrients and brimming with the beginnings of new life.
Magnificent primordial ooze.