Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Baskett Slough
There’s so many speaking, not wanting to give up the slough.
They’ve had it for the entire winter… to themselves
Chickadees, common nighthawks, grebes, sneaky rails and coots.
The marsh, still cold…wet…wants to capture my clumsy steps.
Grasses hide the outer rim of the seeping lake
Then mud, a good dousing…slick…brown as cake frosting.
My movements tell the story of who I am…speech patterns.
Geese and ducks…angry…bat the water with their wings.
I can’t help it…I’m looking for spring…yes…still.
It sprinkles…the wind cold enough to numb my fingers.
Peregrine Falcons eye me with suspicion…they draw circles in the sky.
It’s quiet in the updrafts…they watch me plea with the talkers.
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Elan Mudrow 
You are correct.
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More than it seems to be. mmm
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Beware the angry geese.
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This is a really lovely poem. ❤️
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Wonderful photo. I love the mud and water and creatures holding onto winter while you seek spring.
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It’s been a warm winter and cold spring in these parts.
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spring does seem late this year… at least in these parts, I find myself jumping at the signs of it as well
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Thanks Rob!
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Beautiful photo and I love the poem. What a great way to start a Friday! Thank you.
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The nature imagery here is awesome. I love it!
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Thanks Hanna~
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Thoughtfully constructed, Elan. Really lovely work/play. Place names are ace names!
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It’s a beautiful piece. Peaceful.
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