Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Spring Throbs in the Veins



Outside, winter wraps the world in ice.  Inside, there is a fireside and comfort.  I watch at the windows.  The red squirrel scampers across the snow-crust, to wait beneath the sunflower-seed feeder.  He gathers what falls and eats his fill.


Above him, flitting from feeder to branch is a Black-capped Chickadee.  Soon it will be spring and the wintering flocks will break into mating pairs.  Not yet, not yet, it is winter still. 

The chickadees, intense and argumentative, swoop and float, dart and fall to the feeders, scattering like wind-tossed leaves.



The goldfinches know that spring is near, is coming.  In the longer light of days, they dance the warming air. 

Their colours brighten with the stronger sun.  They banish the snow with song, with whistle and warble welcome spring.


I sit by the window, blanketed against the chill.  Yet, I too sense the whisper, the promise of spring that throbs in the veins.

All photos are mine.

4 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

beautiful photos! I often wonder how closely related your chickadees are to our coal tits, they look very similar!

That squirrel is so cute!

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Thanks for your comment. I felt lucky to have been so close to the feeder, and to have been able to capture the creatures feeding there. I don't know about coal tits...perhaps they are related. The squirrel was entertaining.

Jane Tims said...

I think your squirrel is related to mine. It will be interesting to see which species hang around when the winter is finally gone. Jane

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Hi Jane,

We have both red and grey squirrles in our yard. They are busy at this melting time of the year. With the snow disappearing, they are hunting for food again.