Notes From The Woods, The Woodcock and the Hickory

Wild Geranium

The woods welcome me with a green hug, birdsong, and wildflowers.  Grass sprouts like a million fountains, soft and generous,  sprinkled with wild geraniums.

I take a step and a woodcock whistles up to the sky, orange,  bronze, and as shiny as if its feathers are cut from metal.

The old Shagbark Hickory is sprouting leaves. I hold onto the scaly bark, one piece in each hand, and sway back and forth as the wind blows high above me, as if I were a newborn leaf too.

Golden Ragwort

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