Yielding to Spring
Everything awakens from its winter slumber; the sleepy jay and the barred owl who lives in a tree off my back porch. A tiny field mouses scampers in front of me as I bring in groceries. Two cardinals confer on the side of the driveway. I move my walks outside, passing the grist mill and the newly constructed bridge. Leaning over, I spy a family of frogs. Yesterday, a doe and her young ran across the road just in time. I know this landscape and I will learn the rhythms and seasons of another place when I leave. The smell of dirt in the pelting rain, the prints of squirrel and raccoon, the industrious earthworm aerating my garden all speak a language of the myriad ways there are to be alive.
Literary Imaginings by Lisa C. Taylor 