CAPITOL REEF NATIONAL PARK
April 19 2018
I caught a glimpse of a sparrow’s flight
between pink canyon walls
and in that space there glinted
through the leaves
of the cottonwood trees.
I walked amongst the hum of bees
in the dappled shade
and felt the shift of spring’s warm breeze
as she walked in that same glade.
SIGNS OF SPRING
The clouds are hanging low, and the wind is shut out by the gates of the canyon - those huge rock walls on either side of a small snaking green river. Cottonwood trees grow all along the edges of the water, their youngish bodies fat from drinking (they are no more than 100 years old). The rock seems to soak up the sun’s rays, permeating every small breeze with warmth. The leaves ripple and dance, and everything everywhere is fresh, lush, and light-filled.
Evidence of life springs up abundant - petroglyphs and barn houses, horses and marmots. A flurry of Pinion Jays, blue as the sky, twitter and flutter in a cloud of blossoms. The almond orchard is scattering petals, swapping them for new, tender leaves. The sound of bees is everywhere. The smell of the crushed petals makes me swoon.