The View of a Spring Garden

It has warmed again
brought life to winter's cold skeleton
the varied and various of creatures
begin to stir again

from their caves and dens
their winter beds
their migrations south, back home to north
their hibernation ended

A hunter of a different sort
is about in their serene home
searching for his game
hoping for a clean shot

The hunter passes prints
he passes spoor
skittering sounds on the edges
of intensive perception

The sun of spring climbs higher
shining through leaves, showing droplets
as if diamonds cast from heaven
on each leaf and twig

moving as stealthily as he can
the hunter searches widely for his quarry
looking for an opportunity
and the perfect target

a fawn wanders across
a quiet trail
along a stream
followed by his dam

the hunter slowly focuses
picks the perfect angle
waits patiently for just the right moment
to capture his game

*click*

there is new life
born of the quickening
of the earth-mother, herself
indelibly captured in a still frame
by an expertly wielded camera.