Central Park in March
A Magnolia Warbler prefers spruce and pine
but the idea of this delightful fellow
gracing my favorite tree makes me happy,
so I paint it perched beside a flowering Saucer bud
gracing us with song this mid-March day.
Gapstaw Bridge gracefully bends
above hopes and dreams reflected in The Pond,
frames the hum of people upon quilts and grass
as I sketch a scene hinting of childish laughter
and the fluttering of hardier birds that winter here:
Tufted titmouse, House Finch, and a personal favorite,
the Carolina Wren.
The essence of sanctuary must be realized in snapshots,
in moments, as it is impossible to snare it whole:
I’ve walked a blustery trail along Tupelo and Sheep Meadows,
hunkered beneath my oversized umbrella trying to capture
raindrops upon Wagner Cove, sweated beneath March's sun
capturing silhouettes within arches of cool fieldstone, sandstone, brick
and granite. Learned to “shoot from the hip” with my lens,
capturing lovers and quarrelers, doting mothers, harried executives,
Life in this rectangle where winged predators and prey
adapt with civilization (or perhaps for a few hours
it’s the other way around), come spring is celebrated,
reminds us of our roots if we listen.
by Margaret Bednar, March 15, 2016
You are invited to Listen: https://soundcloud.com/margaretbednar/central-park-in-march
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Tuesday Platform"