Spring In South East Montana
I step outside
to first hear the low calling
of a mama,
seeking out her gamboling
calf
among all the others
he knows her voice;
they will find each other,
satisfied for now.
Continuing onward toward a
daily rite
I take my time walking slowly
to the horses
the wind caressing tall stems
of dried prairie blue,
the sun sending morning heat in
bursts
through rolling wooly down
clouds
navigating the spanning Montana sky.
I turn and look;
its the cock pheasant
looking for love in creek
bottoms deep
as I wait, he waits; will she
appear?
Ah, there she is, strutting
her run to her man.
Then the symphony of the Redwings
begins
I forgot to fill the feeder
with seed
they sing drawn out
trills of protest
reminding me, and each other
of their recent hard times
Impatient horses nicker
loudly
snapping me out of my concert
concentration
As I dole out their feed in flat round
pans,
they watch intently each shiny
grain
does not take favorites this
morning.
With chores finished, I take
time to sit
on clinker rock overlooking
the hayfields
The red shouldered hawk
lazily flies circles
calling to his mate, once,
twice, three times
Is it "good morning, my
love!" or "I miss you!", or
Next to me, I suddenly feel
a cloak of warmth pressing
against my side
My beloved has joined me in
the sun
We sit together, quietly absorbing
our surrounding world of natural
awe;
ahhh...
ReplyDeletegenieten is ook kunst.
ReplyDeleteSpring is so wonderful. I love those furry little flowers - Pasque?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteOh this is so beautiful your words touch that part of my soul that seeks out nature.. You know except for the SE Montana thing and that very cool whiskery horse named Frostig this could be me at home on the farm. We live very similar lives my friend. :) Living and enjoying life in beautiful settings and letting nothing stop us from enjoying the gift of nature we are so lucky to have.
ReplyDeleteBut I have to say your photos tell a very different story than mine. Boy oh boy I do have to see those Montana skies amd mountain range someday. Nothing is going to stop that dream me thinks:) xo B
GW Feral Woman,
ReplyDeleteSpring rolls in, creating beautiful scenery, and sounds. Thank you for sharing your beautiful pictures and words.
Makes me want to move to Montana.
Awww, that's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteTruly hear felt ~ beautiful .
ReplyDeleteThat is so beautiful! Thanks for sharing it. And I'm glad you had fun in your world during the process!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Bear hugs! And please don't shoot any Bears in the spring; their babies might starve!
sounds lovey.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteSpring...new life...indeed, it never, ever gets old! Enjoy!
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ReplyDeleteI'll use a four-syllable Maritime expression to describe your poem, Janice -
ReplyDeleteBee-YOU-dee-full !! :)
.. . .and then tell you we got snow yesterday - yes, REALLY!
Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThis is why I love reading your blog... some days your work cracks me up. Other days, you are serious. You create such wonderful images and sounds with your words. You have a way of drawing out emotions in me that I never expected. Who knew that tears of joy, or contentment, or something, would well in my eyes with the "cloak of warmth..." Thanks for painting such a beautiful Montana morning in spring picture!
ReplyDeleteOh, there's nothing sweeter than to share the great outdoors with your sweetie on a perfect day. Drink it all in whenever you can.
ReplyDeleteFeral...that was just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteCindy Bee
Beautiful- wish I could see Montana right now.
ReplyDeleteReally nice..............
ReplyDeleteRain
I felt the Montana spring in my heart ~ this was just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteabsolutely loved this post
ReplyDeleteI know the "CRANK" call of the pheasant rooster and rolling trill of the redwing black bird. Your words reminded me of so many other lovelies I enjoy when the snow FINALLY retreats and the air doesn't scrape going down. So fun to visit your blog.
ReplyDeletejust found you. you were in one of my amigas sight, TexWisgirl (Theresa). Love your capture of your neck of the world. Gracias, this is beautful
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos. I can see now why Montana was John Steinbeck's favorite state in his TRAVELS WITH CHARLEY. :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely! Spring is nice. There's a Raven nest up the crick with 4 big pink yawning mouths sticking straight up in the air. Yesterday I got too hot, though, and decided I am ready for winter.
ReplyDelete- The Equestrian Vagabond
Just wanted to say Thank You, my feral daughter of the West. It always brings joy to my heart to hear from you. Happy Mother's Day! ~ Inger
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