Mud season

rises up

beneath us…

As the snows melt

and the roads soften

Driving begins to feel

–and sound–

more like surfing…

And walking

is even more

a delight!

Once solid,

the Earth

now moves

like a water bed

under my boot.

I count

61 trees down

between our land

and Neringa Pond

Chewed stumps,

the work

of resident

Beavers.

Neighbors

marvel

at the Birch

nearly two-feet round

bearing teeth marks–

Some overly confident

teenage beaver

no doubt,

whose bravado

blinds him to the distance

between this tree

and his den.

Soon

it will dive into the road

creating yet another

perspective

for our travels

in

this,

the season

of

mud.

K. Salasin, 2010