|Wake Robin, blood red Trillium|
As Spring unfolds, thousands
of newest buds light up like flames
upon each dogwood branch, each twig.
Thousands! All lit from within,
chlorophyll newly opened like a babe’s emerging crown,
lighting up green on the tips of each twig.
In the woods, the newest Solomon’s Seal
curls open, leaf by leaf,
near the unfurling spiral of the fiddle-head fern.
As if to say, “I’m flowing once more,”
the bloodroot, each leaf a different shape,
sprouts white despite its sanguine roots.
The Trillium is back! aware, proud of Herself
and sure in Her threeness.
Birds in pairs sing all the day,
impressing one another,
bedding down in their newly assembled nests.
The Mayapple spreads wide its umbrella,
dozens and dozens on the forest floor,
waiting for us, waiting
for our joy to join their ecstasy.
April 17, 2014