Book of Days
BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY
Filtering by Tag: Ragged Mountain
in the old horse pasture
turkeys forage, unfazed.
dropped acorns and ghost plants
haunt last year's beech leaves.
She had to wear
her shiny new red shoes
up the mountain.
[Information on the Farnsworth's Wizard of Oz exhibit, which I haven't yet seen, here.]
Lone loon afloat on cold seas,
Our light won't last.
birdsong--is this a set for
a Disney movie?
More aware than we
of all those birds in the leaves--
young deer, still fearless.
I brought binoculars because with weird warm weather like this, I didn't know what new spring arrival I might come across. I was hoping for a phoebe or perhaps a fox sparrow. Instead, the first bird I saw was a Bohemian waxwing--a boreal breeder that often strays southward during the winter months. A small flock of seven birds hung out in the treetops near the parking area. As with the snowy owl I saw on Friday, they've been observed by many birders this winter. I just hadn't managed to come across any until today. I'm really pushing the envelope with my winter bird sightings this year. It made me feel that I was diverted to the other trail for this good reason alone: to appreciate the beauty of these winter visitors and enjoy their soft trills, even as I could also hear a brown creeper singing his sweet, clear spring song and a pileated woodpecker calling loudly from deep in the woods.
A red-tailed hawk soared over the parking area as I set off up the trail, probably one of the resident birds I see every time I come to this part of the mountain. I enjoyed a mellow walk through the awakening woods, relishing the almost-sensuous sunlight, the soft flapping of last year's clinging beech leaves, the clear, unfrozen stream, and a sense of peace among trees slowly stirring back to life. The occasional bird sang from amid still-bare branches, and I sometimes lost the path in my distraction, wandering here and there amid stands of slender trunks shining in the sunlight until I found another blue blaze.
Hiking down the trail--
everything looks different
than when I went up.
|View from Ragged Mountain to Penobscot Bay, Mount Battie|
Twelve humans observe
nine ravens, all enjoying