Rain-infused greens inspire whimsical thoughts – surely there are sprites frolicking amongst the mossy boughs, sheltering beneath ancient roots whose twisted tendrils rise and dip in rhythm to Earth’s pulses.
The muddied path pushes back against my weary legs, invites me to sit awhile, wonder at the impossible heights from which birdsong flits across treetops, pinging back from unseen distances, unhindered by human progress.
Salmonberries, newly popped, herald the seasonal shift, and I watch as a slug undulates slowly past, antennae bobbing, the black spots of its tail reptilian.
Below me, lantern-like blooms of yellow sprout at creek’s edge their pungent aroma carried by the still chilled vernal breeze.
A red-breasted nuthatch scurries up a neighbouring fir, while two robins flirt playfully on the rainforest floor, hopping amongst the freshly flowered trilliums, their white crowns a regal presence in this place of enchantment.
(Image my own) Morrell Nature Sanctuary first appeared on One Woman’s Quest II in April, 2018. Morrell Nature Sanctuary is on Vancouver Island, Canada.
Is it the robin whose morning song so sharp and crisp awakens me in this enchanted place, or the warble of Juncos whose hooded faces delight as they forage between the dried, curled aftermath of a cold Winter, now pushed aside by new life sprouting? The absence of raindrops on tin roof offers promise that the sun might appear today, the buds on the oak trees as anxious as I for the warmth.
I raise the window shades to reveal the lush green of Douglas firs, the walls that divide us from our neighbours: nomads like us in the quest to commune with a simpler way of life. We are metal boxes tucked within green pockets, quiet souls hushed by the grandeur of the forest we currently call home, reticent to disturb the wildlife that also grazes here – squirrel, fox, and rumours of cougar. Occasionally bear. We are skirted on one side by marsh, a lush welcoming for geese and goldeneyes; and on the other by ocean, where seagulls and terns claim driftwood as perches. It is the raven who is master here. Large wings casting shadows, the thrumming call – sometimes belligerent, sometimes a purr – a reminder that this land is theirs, that the totem poles dotting the island are a testament to royalty.
Offshore, seals roam in masses encouraged by the schools of trout and halibut, and soon the salmon run. Orcas gather in semi-circular formation, readying the hunt. Spring is a time of proliferation – abundance after the Winter chill.
Arise, old woman Nature evokes new rhythm – Spirit wants to dance.
(Vancouver Island first appeared here April, 2018. It is an early attempt at a haibun. I am linking up to my weekly challenge: trees. Image my own.)
It’s a bird’s perspective I envy – the ability to perch up high balanced, no matter the weather unaffected by the drama below – I shall never know such calm, being afraid of heights.
(For Bird Weekly Photo challenge: birds perched up. Not sure of featured image (a sparrow of somes sort), Bald Eagle, and Red-winged blackbird) A Bird’s Eye View first appeared here August 2019 and is available on diverse merch through Redbubble and Society6 – see shopping pages.)