Raven’s call
from the wooden fence post
leaning over the slightly drifted snow;
Coyote’s yip
far off,
digging in her
sagebrush den;
Bald eagle’s alarm
a cry
atop
the Ponderosa Pine;
Cougar’s silence
while pacing
’round a herd
of white-tail deer.
Quiet now,
hear these
as the white and brown blanket
of winter, and
layers of steel blue
clouds
pass over
where
soon
arrowleaf balsamroot
will bloom yellow as the sun;
Pursh’s locoweed”s
purple blossoms will
sprinkle the hillsides
along with lupine’s purple spikes;
Walk carefully over
hedgehog cactus
waiting for it’s bright pink
petals.
Be always listening
to the call of the wild.
Photo from near Belvedere WA
on the edge of the shrub steppe stretching into the Okanogan Highlands.
Photo and Poetry by Sheri Edwards
Sheri,
Beautiful visuals brought by your words. I for one, can’t wait for the winter to be over and Spring to be here. Best wishes.
Purviben
Spring will be here soon — I wish spring would last until July! We get too hot and wildfires. So I’ve been enjoying this cold March!
Gorgeous! I can feel you conjuring spring with your words! We’re hoping to see the desert in full bloom this weekend…wish us luck!
Kim, I can hardly wait for your pictures of the desert in bloom!