Do you think your species at some precipice
Cottonwood
drifts of seed like a January blizzard
to ensure survival?
Enjoy the sweet spring breeze
that zephyr of promise
bearing swallows and gentle rain
knowing your young will find root
and would, were the seed
a scattering instead.
2 comments:
Thanks again. I was trying to recreate the magical moment of the swallows and wanted a natural calendar to remember it by so I can look for it again next year, and remembered at the time I was marveling at the mountains of "snow" the cottonwood trees were creating just as they flew by. There will be a love poem to come from the moment with the birds, it will come whenever, maybe in winter when I too feel the need for a late spring breeze.
Phil
I've not had the magic of the swallows, wing tip to wing tip. But my last summer in China, the cottonwoods were doing the blizzard thing, and took me immediately to my childhood, and the cottonwoods thereof. . . . Unforgettable.
Those moments cannot be erased I think. The moment I saw the only scarlet tanager of my life, and the Baltimore Oriole. First sight of an indigo bunting. Glorious.
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