WILDFLOWERS
She strolled along a woodland path today;
Mother Nature had placed tiny blossoms along the way.
Sunlight laced the branches of the trees,
And the dew glistened and sparkled like little seas.
Wildflowers awakening as if from a deep sleep
Along the woodland mysteriously peak.
Brushing aside she discovers a Jack-in-the-pulpit,
Its green blossoms curling over.
The mountainside is carpeted with trillium,
Snowy white as pained by the million.
Spring Beauty, chickweed, fireweed, rue-anemone color nature’s floor.
All the while green parasols hide waxy white May apples.
Fernlike leaves with miniature white pantaloons
Inflated against a blue sky:
Dutchman’s-breeches are hung out to dry!
written 1998
