The snow has begun to recede off the mountain peaks
and the valley below begins to sprout its color.
At the base of the mountain, the swamp is just
beginning to join in the colorful chorus.
The ducks, geese, pheasant, and deer are too shy to show their faces,
but in the sea of feathery flags,
the quail invite me to an open house of their nest.
They add rhythm to the symphony
delighting me with the bobbing of their heads as they sing.
With their aria finished, they show me
to the front row seat of the cattail performance.
One-by-one
and sometimes two-by-two,
the cattails begin to shed their winter coats.
It is the quiet movement of the symphony.
Songbirds all throughout the swamp join the chorus
and take home a new lining for their nest
as the finale crescendos in the blue Spring air.
A forest of thistles wave in the joy of warmer days
waiting until they are covered with their own purple coats.
The red-winged black bird has a balcony seat
humming along with the rest of the Swamp Orchestra.
Don't leave too early...
you just might miss the next movement.
The mountains and the hills
shall break before you in singing,
and all the trees of the field
shall clap their hands.
Is. 55:12
Hello Sharon,
ReplyDeleteVery good shots!! Your first two pictures are so amazing.
A great view with the rocks and a fantastic sky. Very well done!!
Many greetings,
Marco
I love the symphony story! That is beautiful imagery!
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