Snow came overnight,
After many grey days,
White fluff clings to branches
Surprises the last clinging leaves
of decorative trees.
Through the window
The peaceful scene
begins to compose.
Donning a warm sweater, jacket,
hat, gloves and grabbing the camera,
I leave the warmth,
For the handmade winter
To the city park a block away.
It’s colder than expected.
I have forgotten my scarf.
Excitement pushes me forward.
This is a light, wet snow – couple of inches.
It clings to the evergreens artfully.
I take off a glove to begin to shoot
The park benches are empty, but not forlorn.
Their flirty colors still show, like a colorful petticoat
under the snow.
The misty, grey sky washes out the world,
Of the footpaths, the trees, and snow.
As I reach a small rise
Another human appears, a silhouette
in a parka and heavy boots,
Holding a very still pose
that I recognize and, from a distance,
a vague shape of a camera.
She moves among the trees, but gives up
And leaves because of the cold.
I wander toward the tall trees
Where a few birds perch
on the very top branches.
Zoom in for a shot and the camera stops…
The cold that nips my ungloved hand
Is slowing the camera down.
Some larger birds arrive.
The glove goes back on
I clasp the small camera between my hands
Watching and waiting –
me and the birds.
Once more zoom in and click, click.
They fly off…
When suddenly two large flocks of birds descend
And a chorus of song arises in the treetops –
A choir of joy!
For the finale, as one, the hundreds take flight
In a graceful curve, they head away from me
Then swoop back in an S-curve,
over the spot where I stand
I watch, shooting forgotten,
Not separate from flight by a lens
My spirit rises.
(I am sorry that I cannot share the video of the birds’ song on my blog.)
Thanks for stopping by my kitchen.
So many people have stopped by to find a recipe or see my photos and read my poems this year. You give me the worlds that I would never see or know. With a grateful heart I wish you a happy season wherever you may be.