Late Spring in Oregon

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    Late Spring in Oregon

    Spring arrives in the mountains fitfully, begrudgingly; as if a mighty giant hated the warmth, the color, and the bustle of nature reawakening.

    He tries to hold on tightly, to linger in those days of cold and dark and that relentless wind that strips the warmth from your very bones.

    But Life, Light, and Warmth has a power that cannot be suppressed overlong.

    I stand in awe in the middle of a river, casting to trout sipping insects from the surface.

    That mighty giant's breath blows up canyon, chill & bitter-

    Yet all around me is new life. New buds on the red willow, day lillies in yellow & white, and the Mayflies & Caddis flies dance among the greenery and the boulders.

    Spring is here despite the mighty giant- We only need be patient, and choose what draws our focus.

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    Snpdrgon commented on Late Spring in Oregon

    05-16-2009

    is this Jim? You know me, I'm all about Oregon! Lisa~

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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