So it begins: First traces of tree pollen dust homes and landscapes; dogwood and redbud blossoms lift spirits; baby greens signal nature's awakening from winter slumber; and the call of wild lands urges mindful meanders through oak and pine cathedral forests.
I make my way across wind-snapped logs lying on top of and under thick carpets of pine straw. The dried-out, brittle pine needles deceptively cover pits, loose rocks and climbing vine snares. Every guarded step creates a footfall with distinctive snap, crackle and pop. Enveloped by silence, broken only by bird song and distant drumbeats of a woodpecker, my winter-weary spirit renews and soars.
I am glad to have been mindful of Irish lore and wear green, thus manage to avoid getting pinched by mischievous leprechauns.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
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