Thursday, April 12, 2012

Finding Spring

 lurk beside trails 
tails curled and tucked
waiting to be taken home
where a vase filled 
with fresh water quenches
their insatiable thirst
and curiosity. When
a wink glimmers behind 
the fuzz and I have an 
irresistible urge to 
scratch them under the
chin or put them to my cheek 
where childhood memories 
remember spring's 

Every spring I long to go to the coast and hear the thunderous crash of the real waves during spring storms. Westport is my destination. It is a run down little dive of a fishing village that keeps a piece of my heart safe till I can make it back. 

Yes, we live close to the Puget Sound, but it isn't the same as the ocean. 

The working fleet of fishing boats go out and return every night. Seeing the Sadie Marie and her crew make it to safe harbor at night is a relief. They become friends. It is a game to recognize their unique names, hull shapes, and colors. Seals, pelicans, sea lions, whales, proposes, star fish, and gulls make entertainment. 

About a half hour from Westport the pussywillows start to line every road and trail and I feel like I'm home. The first thing I want to do is pick a bouquet and hold them close. It brings intense pleasure and a lifetime of memories. Finding pussywillows where the frogs are chorusing is probably my sweet spot. It is always worth stopping the car for, feeling like sabbath and shalom, mixed. Like all is well and all shall be well. :) 

I hope you find some.....


Maureen said...

Seeing your images, I feel like I'm a child again, delighting in the pussywillows, many of which grew near our home. I would pick bunches, and often dried them to keep in arrangements. I always thought their budding heads looked like cotton; I couldn't resist touching them.

Hugs to you!

Susan said...

I want to reach inside the frame of the picture & pet those little babies!

Anonymous said...

yes, you captured it ALL, in photo's and word pictures.

S. Etole said...

These look incredibly soft and almost like felted wool.

SimplyDarlene said...

course i wanna rub my lips over those soft little pillows of spring...

such surreal beauty you captured here, miss K

SimplyDarlene said...

I'm back... somehow i skipped the poem the first time through. I was distracted by the images. Now I read about winks and chins and I love this post all the more!


Monica Sharman said...

Ohhhhh, is *that* what they're called! :)
(I grew up a city girl and never, ever saw these until I moved to Colorado.)
Quite cuddly.