transitions

 transitional times like march and november

move me 

i must go outside

(hence my absence from the ethers)

and i have been making lots of ecoprints

  i did get out on my land

several times

and found a stack of rock books

this rock i've not seen in years

in fact, having lived on this piece of north country

for 26 years,

 much has changed,

is changing

the stream has become a series

of ponds

six now, i think

as beaver rearrange the land to their suiting

 i walked across several dams

 became dazzled by the late afternoon

brilliant sunlight

 saw myself reflected on ice

 and walked gingerly around such trees

 there were other dam visitors

before me.

 while there i heard some birds, chickadees mostly,

beginning to think about spring

 i've ridden my horses, skied, and walked,

sometimes hauling out a child or a load of stuff

up this hill from the woods

this is the back of my pasture

and there i am with a bag of plant bits

 i often come out here and just 

stretch out on a rock

or examine the plants

or watch a woodchuck hole, a rabbit run, a deer trail.

it's really growing up to brush now

without grazing animals on it

there are still

milkweed blessings 

all over this place.

at work the men were talking of milkweed

how toxic it is, blah, blah, blah,

and i told them i'd eaten it.

poor (wo)man's asparagus.

mouths fell open,

astonished.

(i grinned)