Robin L. Chandler, 2018.
Spring has roared awake.
Last Friday’s fervent downpour.
New leaves brilliant greens.
Soft. Supple. Hopeful.
dear companions, follow Gary Snyder’s footprints:
Hiking Muir Woods to East Peak Tamalpais.
Day born in fog, climbing above misty clouds through rainy redwood rainforest.
Dappled sunshine coastal oaks and bay laurels; woodlands and meadows;
warmth on my skin.
Ridgeline a soft blanket enfolds the city, ocean sleeps
Winding serpentine swale, wild turkey shares stories.
Manzanita blooms humming honey bees.
Twisted Pacific Madrona mark dry north side trail.
Paradox: Winter rains; little fog. A dryland.
Oasis of redwood trees, quench their timeless thirst by a spring.
Summiting: St. Helena to the North, Diablo to the East, Hamilton to the South.
From Tamalpais guardian of the West.
My mind locked in the winter of my Father’s illness. Naked and cold, not yet open to the thaw.
Will the hot sun of New Mexico burn winter away?
William Carlos Williams writes in Spring and All:
“Dead, brown leaves under them
Leafless vines –
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish, dazed spring approaches-
They enter the new world naked,
Cold, uncertain of it all
Save that they enter. All about them
The cold, familiar wind –“