Romancing the Wild
You can’t step into the same river—or wilderness—twice. Something is always shifting. Something added today will be subtracted tomorrow.
Winds fray the grasses. Blowing sand burnishes the stone. A hungry hawk hovers overhead and the mouse runs for cover, leaving tiny tracks.
A midnight snowfall dusts tumbleweeds and junipers, cacti and spent wildflowers. I walk through a sparkling wonderland that yesterday was brown and barren.
In the desert, snow doesn’t last long: wonderland today, mud tomorrow, dust the day after that. Yet in all seasons, I love this wild place.
Romancing a place takes dedication, just as romancing a person. You set yourself to the task for better or worse; for richer or poorer; in sun or in snow, praying that indifference never tames the wild longings of your heart.
are singing in the washes
snowflakes kiss the notes
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: Northern Arizona
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Posted on February 21, 2012, in Arizona, haibun, Himmelsk, Northern Arizona, Poetic Bloomings, Shadow Shot Sunday 2, Sky Watch Friday, Straight Out of the Camera Sunday, The Haiku Challenge 2012, Watery Wednesday. Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.