Kettle and Stoney Spring

 

I swear.

Once I heard an Oriole

Riffing with John Coltrane on a sunny day

Just outside our open window

It was the first day of spring

Equinox was the song 

 

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Here in the swamp

Back da bush

The frogs are incessant

Incessant in their song of life

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Sing me into this new world

I have been resurrected again

Waking up from the dream world

I rise from the frozen mud

Despite once indistinguishable

Only moments ago

One and the same

From Mother Earth

Only moments ago

Silent as death

Yet I rise and sing to the sun

I sing to the clouds

I sing to the rain

I sing for the water creatures

I sing for the land creatures

I sing for the in-betweens

I sing for the creatures in this world

I sing for the creatures in the Dream World

I sing for myself and for life

I sing the blossoms exploding

 

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Flowers light the way to Medicine Plants and berries

Wild roses follow along the trail and then

Those myriad tiny orchid blossoms tangerine with bright red tips

The wind blows and they dance like schools of angel fish

White flowers amongst thorns promise luscious blackcaps

Ready to be picked just before Powwow song and dance

Rivulets of sweet joy run down Sugar Maple and Black Walnut

The Maple reveals golden amber delight

In the Black Walnut - decadent dark chocolate ambrosia

Molasses thick with sweet medicine and magic

Smoke fills the sugar shack

Children share memories of the Forest Fall Fair

Steam clouds filled with the aroma of cotton candy float in the air

 

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The robins flock and boss their way around the yards

The crimson cardinal, the blue of the Jay, the yellow of finches flash

The trumpet of the swans, the whoop of the cranes beckon beyond

The revealing patterns in the drumming of the woodpecker’s version of song

The tickety tick tap tapping of little striped ones feverishly hopping from this branch to the next one

The feisty red heads that find a branch that can boom and spend the day pounding on it like the reincarnation of Keith Moon

The Pileated that is the size of a duck but rarely seen revealed only by its distinct heavy hammering knock knock

Though last spring with my 3 red headed grandchildren in truck

We saw 3 Pileated Woodpeckers all sitting together on that stump

I could practically touch the trio they were that near

Perhaps one day the legendary Ghost Bird will appear

 

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Word will soon come that old so and so hooked some bass out where no will say

Springtime explodes in Kettle and Stoney Point in a glorious way

Explodes with color, sweetness, song, magic and life

Explodes like thousands of frogs singing after a warm spring rain

Explodes like Orioles riffing to Equinox with John Coltrane.

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