Crown Point Road Preservation----- Moth Tankas

Walking on red clay

road plastered with fallen leaves

I spy a dead moth.

Its perfect form, a still- life

Of the inevitable.

Walking on the Crown Point Road in late daylight in mid- Autumn is an exercise in poignancy and presence. Our shadows, stilt- like, are momentary caricatures made by sunlight's deep slant this time of day.

We are fools if not present to the ephemeral wonders of this place, of light and darkness, of life and of death as it cycles through the year and through us.

The season of walking this road is a short one hampered by mosquitoes, mud or snow making it often impassable. There are many reasons not to travel to this conservation area but when we wiggle ourselves into a time- space that sees us showing up and traversing briefly on foot, we are always rewarded with a vista of great beauty--a saltwater marshland resplendent with life.

To help support biodiversity, please consider a donation to Island Nature Trust.

Moth and Leaf Tanka

Dead moth on its back

on red clay road-its tiny

cloaked form so regal

that I make a caravan

of a leaf for honouring.

Thanks for reading!

Be well,

Jill