…false spring…

I am wary. Spring has made a few attempts at putting on a show… today, I might be fooled.

Catkins wave at me… Kurrawong warble and whistle… and the swallows are back,  busily collecting mud from the edge of the ponds and copious puddles, after major storms and howling gales. 

Robins flash their scarlet plumage…

Still… I’m wary! We’ve had no snow, despite icy, subzero weather… and yet, today I heard the bull Koala, roaring from the forest edge. A sound that thrills and scares a little. They are fierce in the mating season, losing all semblance of placidity and liquid-eyed gentleness.

Earth is awakening… I feel her tremble in the warmth of a new day, when finally, the sun shines warm on both our skins and tiny flowers burst open under the canopy of, still leafless, sycamore, elder and birch groves…

Winds whisper secrets to the flitting Weebills, out catching, sleepy insects. Last season’s, dried grasses, rustle as small creatures pass and branches lift their heavy limbs to a duck-egg blue, sky…

There is movement on my peripheral… nothing of this world as the Wildlings stir… shifting shape like pellucid mist and then solidifying,  to be seen… twig limbed… green wings rasping, against woody skin. Imaginings… I’ll let you be the judge of that, but then you don’t see through these eyes…

…but I’m wary still… the trickster is on the prowl, coaxing us to forget winter’s grip… to relax and lift our faces toward the sun. Dare I trust that spring has sprung…

Greetings rom the Wild Spirit Beyond the Gate…

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