Posts tagged “Hibernaculum

Denizens of the Deep


The marsh is melting


all the turtles in their hibernacula

deep down under the melting ice

will soon emerge

and the marsh will sing

the chorus of the Spring Peeper

and the salamanders will emerge

with the urge to murge

and joy and the life force

will fill the air

and lift the fog

enveloping my soul.


Vestigial Remnants of Hibernation?

It is frigid outside and has been for a long time.  It is very cold in many parts of the country.  The holidays have come and gone.  The hoopla of the inauguration is over.  Now begins the nitty-gritty of hard winter work.  I find myself listless and not wanting to go outside or exercise or paint or take pictures or do much of anything I usually love to do.  I have a cold but that does not excuse this lassitude.   When I go to my favorite deli, I find that Terry, the sandwich lady, is in the same mood.  “I was ready to go home the moment I came in,” she says.  My husband was dour and I was sour.  What is the meaning of this discontent?  Could it be some vestigial remnant of human hibernation?  While man has never hibernated, science finds his metabolism slows down in winter and he becomes less active.  Binging on food and drink over the holidays may not be the sole reason for weight gain in winter.  Perhaps we should be sleeping off the extra pounds.

I who love winter and live for fall each summer, find myself longing to hear the music of the spring peepers.  It is months away– well about a month and a half away.  They signal for me the first harbingers of new life.  Terry, who also loves winter, tells me today she is sick of winter as she makes our sandwiches.  Perhaps it is this string of Arctic air and grey days and icy road conditions and snow every few days.  Perhaps, and more likely, it is the human condition to always be dissatisfied.

P1110411_edited-2Hibernaculum for turtles and other animals

 I miss the squirrels.  It has been so cold and snowy they seem to be laying low in their nests.  Judging from the tracks in the snow the animals most on the move are the deer.  And as much as I love the silence of winter, I find myself longing for the sweet dulcet music of birdsong at mating season in spring.

We bought a calendar for the new year with a celestial map of the sky for each month so you can find the constellations in the night sky.   We have yet to go out with flashlights and match the map with the canopy of stars.  It has been too overcast or too cold or too something.  But my dazzled psyche is humbled by the view of the stars through the stripped down trees that we see from bed every night.

Then again maybe it is laziness.  Too many sugar highs in December have led to a deep low in February.  And after a tease of spring one day in which the temperature reached almost 60 degrees we were let down even further.  Not liking being unproductive, I think I can overcome this.  But maybe I should just go with the flow and accept a period of inactivity, let the land lay fallow, so that an increase in productivity may eventually result.

I know I should focus on what is positive.  Winter is the season of silent beauty that I so long for in the summer heat. I delight in the quiet of winter days.  The snows bring a hushed stillness good for the soul.  It is a time to regroup.  Spring will come.  Hopefully if man has not destroyed all the vernal pools, the spring peepers will return.  And if pesticides have not destroyed all the birds, sweet mating songs will be sung.  And if the weather turns more clement, our spirits will soar once again, and we will be busy bees making honey while the sun shines.