Time of the Larkspur
Down along the banks of the Arkansas
heavy stands of larkspur bloom early.
Two young hikers pause to snap photos,
dazzled by the landscape and each other.
On the sand-sage plain stretching toward Kansas
booming prairie chickens respond
to the interlopers with a stomping, ritual dance.
A quiet avocet wading by the river’s edge,
most delicate of grassland water birds,
tilts her slender head to one side as if eavesdropping.
Her two competing suitors follow in trace
with a frenzy of head bobbing, as if taken by a spell.
Relationships blossom as our snow-pack melts
to feed the seething floods, washing away
all the unfinished business of the lingering cold.
© Dan Guenther 2014