Reverse-Time-Lapse Resurrection

What do I owe this eccentric road?

“Nature is taking a breath, and the rest of us are holding ours.”

Marina Koren, The Atlantic

We usually chase time,
scrambling down
into an hour-glass ravine
while loose rocks
slide beneath hurry-up feet.

Now—each frame mitigated,
we stop skimming the surface
of others on our way
to countless wherevers
and instead hug our own lives.
Remember how real they are,
flesh and blood from dust
returning to dust.

We who once watched the world
through a calendar-grid of windows,
life uncoils in slow motion,
time-lapsed in reverse now.

dogwood flags unfurl
two cardinals meet talk
flirt measure each other up
marry their lives
in the too-berried holly
too-close to the house
bush beans in a new bed
worry their heads up
through unfamiliar soil
while bumblebees samba
mid-air until sunset when
a pregnant pink moon rests
in the crook of the lean-to maple
out back where a squirrel sits
to nibble last year’s pecan

What do I owe this eccentric road
my feet now travel without moving?

A dance.

Nature Photo Challenge

A friend invited me to participate this week in the #NaturePhotoChallenge. For seven days, I posted nature photos on Facebook. This was a fun challenge. Here is my week’s worth of nature photos (I posted two squirrel pictures on the same day):

Winter Drama II
Mapping Winter

Winter Sunlight 2
Winter Sunlight

Winter Journeys
Winter Journeys

Winter Untitled
Winter Dreams

Winter Hope
Winter Hopes

Ice Faces
Winter Ice Faces

Squirrel 2
Winter Squirrel

Winter Squirrel II