Monday, January 08, 2007

The land is sleeping






















the land is sleeping mud and ice
patches of snow in stiff, dry brush
broad shoulders and hips of hills
still and mute in thin sunlight

the land is dreaming
of something melting
of being swollen and wet
ready to green

one day the moon will rise
over that big shoulder and hear
a new wind whispering a warm song
into the ear of aspens by the seep

and the tongue of the creek
will tumble warbling downhill until
small birds arrive with
bits of sunlight in their beaks

















Click on photos to see larger version. It's worth it.

23 Comments:

Anonymous marja-leena said...

Beautiful! Sensuous! Arousing a longing for spring.

1/08/2007 8:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sumptuous colours. The area you show reminds me more and more of the Scottish Highlands whre I lived and sloshed about in icy streams for 12 years. The poem reminds me of many things and, like the land and the sky, is indeed multi-layered. It is a fine, fine piece of work, mb, if 'work' is the right word, which it isn't of course.

1/08/2007 9:01 AM  
Blogger floots said...

great sense of personification
and expectation
love those pix too

1/08/2007 9:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

'with bits of sunlight in their beaks'

You spread the crumbs, the bits of light with your words. Keep inspiring.

1/08/2007 9:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

sky-blue pink! Love the line, "and the tongue of the creek will tumble warbling downhill." Exactly!

1/08/2007 12:27 PM  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

i'm ready!

1/08/2007 12:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sensual and beautiful. The long sigh of the sleeping land moves right through you.

1/08/2007 12:45 PM  
Blogger polona said...

mb, this is just perfect!
i can so feel this one and the photos are gorgeous!

1/08/2007 2:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well. As long as it doesn't start snoring.

1/08/2007 4:45 PM  
Blogger firebird said...

This is such a beautiful dream, it almost makes winter a treat--
at least it is a treat to read this celebration of the earth's majesty and tenderness!

1/08/2007 6:23 PM  
Anonymous Becca said...

a poem of hope ... a new theme for me. Happy New Year!

1/08/2007 6:43 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

The colors of the sky...twilight, morning light...either way it is the same, hopeful light!

1/09/2007 12:23 AM  
Blogger Fred Garber said...

This poem smells really good. Fresh!

1/09/2007 6:40 AM  
Blogger MB said...

This morning, my blog was gone, then it was half there, then Blogger thought I was a spy, then it was "unavailable" to tell me why it was rejecting me. I'm trying not to take it all personally. ;-)

Marja-Leena, it was a lovely walk and it did make me long for spring.

Charlie, I hope someday to go to the Scottish Highlands. I've admired photographs of them for a long time. There are other places that have that look. This area is, I'm fairly certain, considerably drier, but has some of the same rugged beauty. Multi-layered the poyem is.

Floots, thanks. You would have loved the moment of being there, I think.

Mermaid, thank you very much.

Pauline, isn't that sky something? Moments before it went all blue and pink like that, it was fiery copper all over the hills. What a light show!

Michelle, me too!

Robin Andrea, the long sigh. Yeah...

Polona, there's nothing like being at the right place at the right time.

Zhoen, you made me laugh. Give it a good poke and tell it to roll over if it does?

Firebird, thank you very much.

Becca, Happy New Year to you, too! We begin again.

Corey, this was a sunset. I was pushing my camera to its limits.

Fred, I'm glad you could smell it. Some folks have difficulty with that. Wrinkling your nose a little seems to help. ;-)

1/09/2007 12:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Waiting for that warm wind to thaw my aching hands...

Soon!

alan

1/10/2007 1:49 AM  
Blogger Ernesto said...

What sky! Lovely!

1/10/2007 3:00 AM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

"...with bits of sunlight in their beaks", fantastic line!! Peaceful, serene, hopeful, and that perfect MB flow!!

1/10/2007 3:53 AM  
Blogger MB said...

Alan, time flies sometimes!

Ernesto, isn't it amazing? I could hardly believe it.

Pat, thanks! It was a good moment. There will be more one day.

1/10/2007 8:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Vibrant and lively" is what comes into my mind.

1/10/2007 10:47 AM  
Blogger Bitterroot said...

"Hips and shoulders"...I love having new ways to think about the hills.

These images and word-pictures are so evocative. Love that pink mud-puddle giving the color back to the sky!

1/10/2007 3:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Reads like a charm.

1/10/2007 4:47 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Gorgeous.

1/10/2007 5:53 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Gautami, thank you!

Bitterroot, that is the way I have always thought about these hills! The reflection in the mudpuddles was very fun.

Rethabile, perhaps it is a bit of an invocation!

Profacero, thank you very much.

1/12/2007 8:58 AM  

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