Traipsing About

First day of February,
and in the far corner of the yard
the Adirondack chair,
blown over by the wind at Christmas,

is still on its back,
the snow too deep for me
to traipse out and right it,
the ice too sheer
to risk slamming these old bones
to the ground.

In April
I will walk out
across the warming grass,
and right the chair
as if there had never been anything
to stop me in the first place,
listening for the buzz of hummingbirds
which reminds me of how fast
things are capable of moving.
~John Stanizzi “Ascension”

It has been a wintry February here with more days with snow on the ground than not. There has been constant challenge of finding safe footing when surfaces are snow and ice-covered; the local orthopedists have been busy putting together broken bones and dislocated joints from too many unscheduled landings.

Just when it seems winter will never be done with us, here come hints of transformation: bulbs cracking the soil, koi in the fish pond moving about beneath the ice, shoots shooting, crocus opening. Winter is not forever, February will wrap up its short stay on the calendar and we move forward as if we never had to worry about breaking a bone while traipsing about out in the yard.

All who have fallen are righted again.
All is forgotten.
All is forgiven.
All is well.

7 thoughts on “Traipsing About

  1. Downcast eyes
    Search out a path
    Where snow boots can tread
    Safe from falls,
    From purple, yellow bruising,
    From broken bones
    Then the crocus
    Breaks through
    The bleak winter scene
    Giving succor
    To downcast eyes

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  2. For me, Emily, the one consistent thought that describes what you have given us through this thoughtful post today is:

    ‘HIS FAITHFULNESS TO US, HIS CHILDREN, AND TO THE BEAUTIFUL, BOUNTIFUL EARTHLY HOME THAT HE HAS PROVIDED US DURING OUR TEMPORARY SOJOURN BEFORE RETURNING TO HIM FOR ETERNITY.’

    Thank you for your reminder, your photos, and so much to be thankful about – even midst the suffering and carnage that we see all around us.

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  3. That picnic bench ice sculpture is a prize winning photo!
    Thank you for being careful out there whilst taking photos.

    Like

  4. Spring is here regardless
    She’ll turn Old Winter down
    No ice, no snow, no empty bowls
    Till he comes back around

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