Today I walked down into the park and meandered along Piney Creek,
even though the sky threatened rain, the wind was rising, and the temperature falling.
It had been so long since I visited my favorite trees and parts of the creek ~
not since October 20th last fall, surely a record absence for me.
The landscape is slowly waking from its winter sleep,
still drowsy in its dormant shades of taupe.
Blades of young grass and the occasional brave and perky dandelion clump
poke through, a promise vibrancy to come.
Some find the landscape dreary and drab in this lingering pause
between winter and spring, but to me it is a riot of forms and textures and quiet surprises.
Pause Between Winter and Spring ~ #1
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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A Quiet Surprise, One Curly Eyebrow of Blue Grama Grass,
Bouteloua gracilis, among Dead, Dried Flowers
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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Ready for Occupancy ~ Corrugated Architecture
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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Purpose Fulfilled
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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Pause Between Winter and Spring ~ #2
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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Walking along Piney Creek Creek today filled me with peace and hope,
two feelings I need to sustain myself when the world feels increasingly dark and dangerous.
When Covid first struck over two years ago we were lifted up
by selfless heroes and a sense of togetherness.
Those feelings seem naive now.
But I stumbled across a reminder of that time of encouragement
when we tried to buoy each other: a painted rock now tossed from the path.
And I remembered that hope and peace can appear suddenly and in unexpected places.
Peace Be with You!
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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I wanted to walk longer and revisit more favorite places in the park,
but the wind turned squally and cold and rain began to sprinkle.
Time to dash for my car, fingers crossed that the dark skies wouldn't release a downpour.
As I walked along Piney Creek, one of the gentlest protest songs
from almost a half century ago was running through my mind:
What Have They Done to the Rain?
Gentle in melody, plaintive in lyrics, smoke referencing Strontium-90 in the air,
Malvina Reynolds' song pops up in my memories at unexpected times.
It's severely dry here. Climate change is likely to blame.
And I can't help thinking What have we done to our rain?
Originally the song was a protest against above ground nuclear testing.
I hope we can retreat from the brink of our current and unlooked for nuclear threat.
The environment is struggling enough without having to worry about radioactive rain again.
Yes, struggling and worrying, because the environment may be intrinsically conscious.
What Have They Done to the Rain ~ The Searchers
A Burst of Hope Near My Front Door
as I Arrived Home
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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Wishing you peace and hope and rain to make spring bloom.
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Months ago I was participating in my friend Rain's Thursday Art Date,
but circumstances forced me to put that aside.
Today I'm joining in again for her theme Leaves and Branches.
Here are three photos for the prompt:
Leaves (Dead and Baby-new) and Branches #1
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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Leaves (Dead and Duckweed) and Branches (Reeds) #2
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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Leaves and Branches (and Blossoms) #3
Aurora, Colorado, USA
April 27, 2022
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I'll be back on Wednesday, May 4th for Insecure Writer's Support Day.
If you haven't visited this critically-recognized site for writers, I invite you to do so.
Its purpose is to share and to encourage.
Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak.
Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance.
It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!
(The home page for the IWSG: https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com )
This Wednesday members have the option of answering this question in their posts:
It's the best of times; it's the worst of times. What are your writer highs (the good times)? And what are your writer lows (the crappy times)?
(The sign-up page for the IWSG Blog with a list of blogging members:
Stay hopeful and creative!