April 27, 2026
The bush is littered with buds
about to explode.
The sun’s angle
exposes the abundance of spider webs
and a house finch
hops happily alongside
the bumble bees, whose
shadows tip us off
that they are present.
Red bellied woodpecker sings nearby.
Signs of May have flipped into April
And April will be left behind.
The rookery was 73 and beautiful, just beautiful. There was a butterfly or two, a large dragonfly, some May flies and a lot of songs surrounding me. I think they must have been in the woods to my other side singing away.
The first year I hung out here these spaces of old cat tails were more marshy. I remember there was a green heron that hung out for a bit and a bittern. I haven't seen either since this began to look like an ocean of reeds which doesn't mean they are not there. There were a lot of turtles today, too.
Think I am going to create a photo show on the theme of Vulnerability Amongst Tranquility: Change.
Fragile egg shells
A robin's egg on the ground.
If I touch it
will it crush?
Will my fingers
turn it towards dust?
Should I stomp on it?
Get it over with,
not worry that it might?
Fragile, inescapable
vulnerable strength.
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