Friday, May 14, 2010

Reverie - May 11

Afternoon sit.

Robins, jays, red-winged blackbirds. Someone repeated a high, falling “peee-oooo,” just like the initial whiz of fireworks immediately before they “pop”.

After a cold morning, a tickling, playful wind was sweeping through, just warm enough to keep it comfortable, buffeting against me as I sat on the limb.

The little maple claiming its ground under my sit pine has fanned its leaves out into a sheet, which was catching the afternoon sunlight head-on. Older, larger leaves reached out on long stems to make room for a scattering of sizes of smaller leaves closer to the branch, each with stem length relative to size. The combined effect was a fluttering, glowing, green work of art.

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