My Own Dance of Spring

photo by Karen B. Alexander

My Favorite Things As Seen 
From My Window

Sitting in my reading chair,

gazing out the window at

the ever changing sky,

mesmerized at ANY season of the year

on this small island anchored in the 
Pacific Northwest,

nestled between Harlo Straight and Rosario Straight,

just north of the Strait of Juan deFuca.  

Spring's bright blues with

mountainous piles of racing clouds

follow on the heels of a wet gray-blue winter.

Who do the clouds chase?

Who do they seek as they go

racing across the sky...

Sitting in my reading chair,

book in hand,

awed by the power and

ability of mere words to

transport me to other kingdoms,

other worlds,

other minds,

other ways of seeing;

and once again

gasping with awe at

the incredible diversity

of human thought and being.

Sitting in my reading chair,

I open the window,

lured by the multi-voiced

chorus of nature.

First the winds come and whisper

- at times even thunder -

their wisdom to me.

Chipmunks

race across the deck with their

scoldings and warnings.

Soon birds gather:

blue, red, gold, orange;

brown, white,

speckled, tan, black.

Hopping, strutting, flitting,

chirping, calling, cawing;

Preening, watching, swooping.

Timelessly

the insects and peepers

begin their serenade as

as winter's chill is

transformed

by spring's boundless dance

with the lengthening

light.

Soon the ensuing heat of

spring's passionate wooing

resonates

throughout the woods

outside my

window,

beckoning, beckoning...

It's time to leave

my beloved reading chair

and the confines

of my beloved civilization

and head for the

meadows and woods to

hop, skip, and strut;

chirp, caw, and call,

preen, swoop  and

dance...

my own

ever renewing

dance of life and spring.

Karen Alexander

Lopez Island, WA