Spring has never been my favorite time of year. In fact, if I had to rank the seasons, even
as a youngster with a birthday to celebrate in April, spring has always been my
least favorite season. It’s really the
brown of early spring that I find most unappealing; it reminds me too much of the
drabness of late November. It was
certainly some splashes of color during my morning walk that convinced me that
we have turned a significant corner.
Last week was a week of relentless rain and flooding
in much of Wisconsin. The little crick
that typically slips under the bridge at the foot of the hill with the softest
of gurgles, last week was a gushing torrent that was swollen way over its banks. Along the low spots there is still a couple
of inches of water are still standing. Even
here, a lush garden of marsh marigolds have sprouted up relentlessly and are coming into full bloom, rivaling Monet’s water lilies.
Now, up on the top of the hill, on the far end of the retention pond stands another contrast. Amidst the brown lifeless tangle of last summer’s cattails is a splash of white, the essence, the substance of purity. The snowy egret stands elegant. Egrets are fairly common in the marshes along the Bayshore, but the past couple of years more and more egrets have settled into the conservancy and retention ponds that have been dredged in the neighborhood. I take a picture at some distance before drawing closer. It turned out to be prudent, because he only allows a few more steps before taking flight; the distant picture will have to do.
A pair of Canadian Geese are settled in the next pond. Their coloring is certainly handsome,
The poet’s eye, heart and pen are devoted to uncommon
beauty, but I wonder if such is not an illusion, a 'chase after the wind' as Qoheleth
would say. Isn’t the uncommon found dwelling
within the common? There is no real
separation. It is not unlike the Holy
Spirit dwelling within the human soul.
When one seeks the other, when one looks to the other, when one embraces
the other, it is then that beauty is most evident; it is then that love is
deepest lived.
His Peace <><
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