2.23.16 And everything was good

Down by the farmer's fields, it was a slightly more energetic day, what with the ice and snow, but slowly softening dirt roads , so that we stepped more on the ice to avoid the quick-sand effect, the wind dubiously absent, the birds singing and calling out, as if venturing the conviction that the worst might be over. As the pup sniffed down the paths of field mice and the lingering Canadian Geese flocks fed and sang and partied upon the shoals of our friend the river, and everything was Good.

 

2.23.16 Some shadow-throwing glory

Our enormous moon, arriving on the scene in all its shadow-throwing glory .

 

2.23.16 The elegance

 

 of the

 still-wintering over trees.

2.22.16 A Dancing and a prancing

The two adolescent Broadwing Hawks today
 romping and pre-mating courting
 high in the air next to the river
 over the farmer's fields 

2.21.16 Right up to the sun

It was all bright light and warm streaming heat from the sun, out on the farmer's fields, the dirt road giving seriously under the car tires, beneath my feet and his paws, an exhausting kind of day, so the meager car-dog-walk, he had to make do with, til we got down the road, where I got out and stood, holding his leash, as he played 'Where are all the bunnies?' In the shoulder high golden grasses, and I closed my eyes, held my face right up to the sun.

2.21.16 As if

It's a
slo-mo reconnaissance

Each hour
I wake

All
through
the night 
as if there are

Bells pealing or
Town criers crying

I spoke of the
too serious 
far too late
into the night