8 April 2013
Nights I listen
for the peepers. They have
not wakened yet.
But sparrows sing and
robins peck at hardened earth:
rime of ice on stone.
Cold wind, colder sea:
spring is the slowest season.
Thick clouds disgorge rain.
Notes
Photographs were taken at Taylors Head Park, on Psyche Beach. They are part of a series I am calling "Landweaves"--found knittings of various sorts. For more images of this sort, see http://pinterest.com/karincope/landweaves/
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I just love knowing there is such a place as Psyche Beach.
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ReplyDeletePsyche Cove was named by Samuel de Champlain when he was exploring this coast.
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