“Dormant”

I love this time of year. With camera in hand, I take an excursion into my own yards, seeking sleeping possibilities. 

I hover over buds hidden under winter’s quiescence. 

I linger with my feet wet from yesterday’s rain. I close my mind to the hours of hard labor ahead—clipping, raking, bagging—erasing evidence of end time. 

I let my memory dash back to last summer when I danced in dappled sunlight, a nymph delighting in lazy days.

Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman