Is there anyone chasing you?
Pursuing you, without giving up?
Why are you running?
Carcass of the deer
Slowly being received
By the earth
Prairie crocus
Not asking
To be seen
Fresh water
Flowing through the land
Quenching a thirst
Is there anyone chasing you?
Pursuing you, without giving up?
Why are you running?
Carcass of the deer
Slowly being received
By the earth
Prairie crocus
Not asking
To be seen
Fresh water
Flowing through the land
Quenching a thirst
Before words
Listening to the sound
Of birds
First time on the trails this year! Finally the snow has mostly receded, and the warm temps made for a beautiful spring adventure. All the remnants of winter still remain, but signs of spring are everywhere, including the iconic crocuses, Manitoba’s flower and one of the first to bloom each year.
Among the stones
On the south-facing slope
Crocuses grow
Where morning,
Sky, and water meet
Red-winged blackbird
This was the year
When we began to doubt
Whether the earth
Would recall how to spring
From beneath her shell
Even as the snow (finally)
Disappeared, the grass
Forgot to green until
This evening
We shed our layers
Beneath the waxing crescent
Listening to the frogs
Emerge from the ground
To sing, the scent
Of the earth and water
Mingling in the sweet
Smell of spring
Curve of the track
Warm sun
On my back
Finding spring
In the rabbit’s quick step
Pup gives chase
Flooded creek
Swollen and swirling
Babbles at the bridge
Scent of rain
The soaked soil
Remembering