Words and Pictures- Gwen McClellan

Thursday, April 14, 2016

4.13.16 An easy staccato

Those gentle blossoms re-emerge
after days of snow and cold and freezing rain
Tiny and sparse, they light up the forest
small golden lights ; an easy
staccato on an early morning walk

4.13.16 Everything poised

The rainy April day as everything poises
to burst into growth .

4.13.16 While the moon slowly rose

There it was today, the former Food Bank Farm, pretty as a picture.

One of the first CSA's around, that we joined straight away

when the kids were young and wiggly.

For bountiful produce pick up and roaming the fields

for all the pick-your-own and the end-of-year cookout,

when the sky darkened around so many of us

eating and talking and slapping mosquitos around the big fire.

Kids racing around in the darkness while the moon slowly rose.

4.13.16 Day into night

The day slowly and gracefully came to a close, down at Mitch's Marina still empty of the crowds in RV's since last summer, and still

til summer begins.

So I stopped by, and stood for awhile, watching the river stream

and the clouds thicken

and the daylight slowly draw into night.

4.13.16 Unfettered as can be

In the afternoon, with the gate across the doorway

Sorcha enjoyed time watching birds and chipmunk

and squirrel self-serving at the bird station , by my side, unfettered by the irritating bouncing pup.
Here in this house, there are strategically placed gates all over
to take into account the itchy as-of-yet poor restraint of Dante.
So that we can ensure both safe passage of the felines
and so that they can intermittently torment him with their games of hide and seek and chase, now and then stopping him up short
(while I police) and yak-yak-yaking a warning to him
and then going ahead and brazenly strolling across the kitchen or a hallway right past him, as I stand there to remind him that quick nips are not in the cards any longer.