The snow pulls free from the pines,
islands of bare ground begin surfacing,
a young fox appears at the bird feeder,
huge flocks of wild turkeys gather
in the field below, males fanning tails
out, ever aware, movement, sound
causing them to rise into crisp blue air,
straining to gain altitude, then gone
up and over the rocky hill where elk
traverse and wildcats hunker down
in their stony caves;

Ice cracks and breaks and the river flows
once again, days warm and thaw, nights
freeze over, mindful walking essential
in this seasonal landscape as we cull
the dead and down for firewood, pile
limbs into giant gumdrop structures,
ready for tomorrow’s torch;

These things I have noticed
since moving here seven months ago,
and what I have learned is to
find the rhythm, meet the day, open
to untroubled possibilities alongside
others simply living out our days
in circadian heartbeats, while the fate
of humanity hangs in the balance
of a dying Order gasping like fish cast
high upon sandy shoals,
waiting for the smallest of neap tides
to once again turn in its favor.

21 thoughts on “Neap

    1. Mahalo, Val! The last paragraph was the though that spurred the poem, as is often the case. And yes, spring! It was evident yesterday when we worked clearing brush. It was HOT down there in the field! And yet we had to keep our arms covered, working with two inch thorns on natal plum. Good news is, after many days, we are seeing the end of it. And April 7, water is released from gate valves into the acequias (irrigation ditches). We’ll be able to enjoy the fruits of our labors, sitting down on a bench among the cedars, watching the water flow πŸ™‚

      Have a beautiful Sunday! πŸ’ž

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    1. Thanks, Kerfe! Yes, what else to do? All the best laid plans and all that. And even then, I miss details! Just yesterday when we were thrashing about in the thorny natal plum, clearing it by the acequia (irrigation ditches dug by Spanish settlers back in the 1600’s), I was about to haul a mass of it to the fire when I noticed an eagle’s nest! So beautiful. Must have been there a long time. Birds do know how to keep their young safe, given the thick thorny cluster the nest was built in.

      And yes, the skies! Be well. ❀

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  1. Wow Bela… is it really seven months since your move?? What a gorgeous Blue, blue sky… Good to be back here in blog land myself … Time… where is it flying to…
    Loved your descriptive narrative Bela…
    Love and Blessings your way my dear friend.. Love the dying order gasping in your last paragraph too Bela..
    Sending Huge hugs your way ❀

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    1. Omg Sue, YES! And finally feeling grounded. Gosh. What a journey! Best thing for us, and I know you will understand, is being on and working with the land. It has truly been a saving grace.

      Dying order, indeed. Wish it would expire already. πŸ˜‚ So tired of certain factions trying to take away any ground we have gained for human rights, climate change, animal rights. Must trust in benevolence, and it’s easy here on the mountain…and so.

      Love and blessings right back atcha, dearest one. Trusting all is well with you and yours. The earth is awakening! Life hums under the surface. πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•

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      1. Yes….. and agree 100%…… That humming is I feel about to break to the surface…. Watch how things then get shaken up..
        Lots of love right back… Things are getting better in the Dreamwalker Clan… thank you for asking.. Have a great Easter when it arrives.. LOTs of love your way ❀ ❀ ❀

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  2. Another thoughtful poem from you, Bela. Love the vivid descriptions throughout and it was like I was there with you observing the changes happening in front of you. It sounds like you have a great appreciation for where you have moved too, and much appreciation of the seasons as they have unfolded. I like your sentiments in the last stanza, to keep going and one day, things will take a turn for the better for the world, and we will then all rejoice and (hopefully) don’t take things for granted.

    Beautiful imagery. Love the orange clouds across the blue sky in the last one πŸ™‚

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    1. Aww, many thanks, Mabel! It makes me happy that you could feel like you were there with me observing the changes going on.

      Trusting all is well with you, my dear. Be blessed! πŸ™πŸ’•

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