Sunshine beckons me out into the conservancy -
It’s brilliant light reflects upon the snow.
Soon the sounds of rushing water meet my ears,
and a small fall of water is spotted following a trodden path through the snow.
I stopped to simply listen, and capture it’s transendence on my man-made device.
Onward, I slide across the ice covered trail,
remembering younger days.
I tune into songbirds – unable to identify their kind;
But the red-bellies, nuthatches and downy woodpeckers are abundant in the woods, their calls distinct.
(I know this, because I have stopped to listen, many times.)
Another wall of rocks breaks up the water flow,
creating yet another symphony of splashes into
the calm flowage below.
I stopped to absorb its beauty and energy,
the contrast of dark brown rocks
Covered in brilliant white of snow –
like the patterns of a pinto horse.
I am grateful that Creator God has made this for my pleasure.
The elusive pileated is heard in the distance, with its haunting jungle-like call.
I wish for it to fly across my path…it goes unanswered. Another time…
As I stop to listen yet again to the third rushing of water over rocks
I remember when my son was young, and we would use the rocks to cross the water…
Long before man built the bridges into existence. Seems so long ago… sweet memories.
Moving along, the creek stills and sunshine reflects upon the snow .
As I reflect upon time passed, and look forward to sharing the awareness of nature again,
A drumming breaks through the peace of the moment.
Looking upward I spot a broken-off tree trunk, and a harboring hollow.
I wait, to see what would emerge – always hoping it will be the large, impressive pileated woodpecker.
Alas, it is the adorable little downy…it’s funny how a being so small can make a noise so large.
Amused, the sound of traffic breaks through, as I see the path coming to break with highway.
I turn around, with numb arms and legs due to unpreparedness, fooled by that morning sunshine.
It’s a peaceful walk. I smile sliding across the ice again. The rushing water invigorates as does the cold breeze upon my face.
A needed break from the usual onslaught of work for the day ahead.
Glad that I took time to stop, listen, and reflect with the brilliance of the snow.
Rita S. 2-16-18, Reflections while at Pheasant Branch Conservancy, Middleton, WI
Before it melts, it is my wish that all would take time to become grounded in the created world.
The art below is a capture of the same conservancy, captured 15 yrs ago before bridges were built to take us over the water to the other side of the creek. Isn't it interesting how progress can keep us from getting up close and personal with nature?
It’s brilliant light reflects upon the snow.
Soon the sounds of rushing water meet my ears,
and a small fall of water is spotted following a trodden path through the snow.
I stopped to simply listen, and capture it’s transendence on my man-made device.
Onward, I slide across the ice covered trail,
remembering younger days.
I tune into songbirds – unable to identify their kind;
But the red-bellies, nuthatches and downy woodpeckers are abundant in the woods, their calls distinct.
(I know this, because I have stopped to listen, many times.)
Another wall of rocks breaks up the water flow,
creating yet another symphony of splashes into
the calm flowage below.
I stopped to absorb its beauty and energy,
the contrast of dark brown rocks
Covered in brilliant white of snow –
like the patterns of a pinto horse.
I am grateful that Creator God has made this for my pleasure.
The elusive pileated is heard in the distance, with its haunting jungle-like call.
I wish for it to fly across my path…it goes unanswered. Another time…
As I stop to listen yet again to the third rushing of water over rocks
I remember when my son was young, and we would use the rocks to cross the water…
Long before man built the bridges into existence. Seems so long ago… sweet memories.
Moving along, the creek stills and sunshine reflects upon the snow .
As I reflect upon time passed, and look forward to sharing the awareness of nature again,
A drumming breaks through the peace of the moment.
Looking upward I spot a broken-off tree trunk, and a harboring hollow.
I wait, to see what would emerge – always hoping it will be the large, impressive pileated woodpecker.
Alas, it is the adorable little downy…it’s funny how a being so small can make a noise so large.
Amused, the sound of traffic breaks through, as I see the path coming to break with highway.
I turn around, with numb arms and legs due to unpreparedness, fooled by that morning sunshine.
It’s a peaceful walk. I smile sliding across the ice again. The rushing water invigorates as does the cold breeze upon my face.
A needed break from the usual onslaught of work for the day ahead.
Glad that I took time to stop, listen, and reflect with the brilliance of the snow.
Rita S. 2-16-18, Reflections while at Pheasant Branch Conservancy, Middleton, WI
Before it melts, it is my wish that all would take time to become grounded in the created world.
The art below is a capture of the same conservancy, captured 15 yrs ago before bridges were built to take us over the water to the other side of the creek. Isn't it interesting how progress can keep us from getting up close and personal with nature?
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