Saturday, March 26, 2005

Mud season

Sunny mornings
follow crisp nights.
Temperatures slowly climb.
Snow melts,
sap starts running,
nowa steady drip drip
like quiet steel drums.
Red squirrels & nuthatches
chase rivals through the branches.
Soon the woodcock
will fill the twilight
with its eerie call.
It is mud season in the Adirondacks
and life does not get
any better than this.

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