Sunday, May 21, 2017

may walk

group photo, may 21 walk - Jim McCarthy
hellebore- Jim McCarthy

We are continuing our naming project - giving new names to favorite places, trees, plants... in the Preserve. Here are some from today: blueberry point, porcupine ledge, phoebe falls, ice eddy falls, scout camp, wood frog way. Do you have personal names for places in the Preserve you would share with us?

violets in the rock seam -
is the light in the water
is the light inside the stone
is the light moving
is that what I hear
is there light inside me
who is listening ?

This Preserve is a blessing
Grounding me more
with each step
Nature speaks to me saying "Everything is as it should be."

Thank you CREA
Judy visiting from RI

A live-wire yellow-rumped
and black throated green warblers
in spite of grey + cold, Rose
breasted grosbeak sang for
an hour - Black throated blue too!

Janet Galle 5/12

Monday, May 1, 2017

Easter walk

drawing by Ann Nelson

from the CREA logbook:
Roses are red
violets are blue
We're out in nature.
Where are you?

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

"The sun is hot."

tree like a bow the
weight of the snow
arrows of light
our hearts, in flight

two eagles flying
above the river
flying directly
into your heart

Priscilla Seimer photo

Louisa Edgerton photo

Into the New Year

whose woods these are I think I know
this place is about to bloooow
up into spring we go

Kayle (the vegetable) simpson

photos from the Preserve by Priscilla Seimer

election blues

red dragonflies
crunchy leaves
whistling acorn caps

these things begin
my long journey of healing
an election day
broken heart


Sunday, November 20, 2016

We're here - where are you?

photo by Valerie, known as Alice

For the months of October and November, Gary and Jim have had one other person join them for each of the monthly walks.

acorns and beech leaves,
rushing water where
last month,
silent and dry,
moss on every surface,
water roar, hello -
the river turns, turns
and moves on.


preserve companion

James McCarthy photo

Rustle of Dry Leaves

walking the path
down to the river

crash of pine branches
a big bird flies off

turkey or spruce grouse
oh-wow-an owl
eyes black as coal

alights on pine

large and stocky
rounded head
no ear tufts
mottled brown wings
white breast
vertical brown bars

ah, then, a barred owl

swamp owl
hoot owl
eight hooter
wood owl
rain owl
le chat-huant du Nord
(hooting cat of the North)

sit down

to see
comes next

owl stares back
as curious about me
as I am about it

head turns,
looks behind
slow turns back

holding the gaze
one minute,
two, three

time slows until
a whisper of feathers
owl flies off

ghost flight

into the woods

rustle of dry leaves
walking the path
down to the river

Jim McCarthy