Descriptive

I have notice that I need more descriptive words in my writing. I encourage students to write descriptive paragraphs almost daily. Yet, looking at my own work I have not been good at practicing what I preach. So, for the next couple of blog entries are going to descriptive.

Each spring I am awaken to crisp morning air with a cool breeze.  As the day warms I feel my covering warm with the brilliant afternoon sun.  My feet are rooted in unruffled stony soil that is watered with brief spring showers. On the warm spring grow longer and warmer I feel energized .I reach for the sky to heat my soul.  As my body in nourished by the sun’s emissions and the soil nutrients I feel changes happening to my being.  My shaft straight and my fingers are converging out and grow into broad shapes of dazzling shades of green. I feel the heat of the long summer days and I feel parched.  I long for a cool summer shower to cool my branches.

Soon the summer sun becomes autumn and I grow wiry with the crisp heat.  I can feel the sun’s energy decreasing with each passing day. The days grow shorter and I realize my body is transforming and preparing to hibernate. While I will miss summer my time to shine is the fall. My vivid broad fingers have become crisp and their pigment is no longer green but different pigments of yellow, orange and red. I long for the swift wind to release my summer growth.  I am preparing to sleep for a long winter.

My stalk is colorless and I stand naked and cold in the Vermont Mountains.   I wait for the first snow to blanket my feet and cover my extremities.  I am ready for a long winters nap. I will dream of the coming spring and vibrant colors it brings. I will stand with my fellow Maples through time. Year after year I will practice this process and until mother nature’s deems me perishable.