Spring
Trysts
I stumbled upon the
trilliums today –
just popping through last
autumn’s oak remains
(trout lilies’ leaves having
peeked out days ago,
but Jack-in-the-pulpit,
still in hiding)
They called out to me on
the trail
wanting to have their
picture taken
so I indulged them,
marveling at how quickly
they’d grown,
(as they were nowhere to
be seen just days before)
and pleased to see them,
alive and well,
after such a long, cold
winter. We visited a bit,
then went our separate
ways, smiling,
each happy to have seen
the other.
I worry about them, at
times, wondering
who will visit them when I’m gone? (and:
who will watch out for this lovely place?)
Every day I say goodbye
as if this might be our
last tryst,
like a slow, painful
peeling away –
pulling a Band-Aid from
a wound.
I worry & I hope
someone else will come
along
to pick up
where I’ve left off
PSC/2014-Apr
Jack-in-the-pulpit / PSC 2011 |
trout lilies / PSC 2011 |
trillium / PSC 2011 |
Written for 2014 April
PAD Challenge: Day 22 – An Optimistic and/or Pessimistic poem: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2014-april-pad-challenge-day-22
This poem is a real ode to spring for me, Pamela! Brings to mind my many walks to the woodlot at the back of our farm when I was growing up here in Ontario. The trillium is our provincial flower & it is such an awesome flower to see each year. I like your lines, especially, "We visited a bit,
ReplyDeletethen went our separate ways, smiling,
each happy to have seen the other." The joy is clear!
THANKS, Patricia! So glad you stopped by to enjoy this one. It takes a fellow wanderer to appreciate. Your lovely comments made my day. :-)
DeleteBeautiful and perceptive.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, thanks, Mosk! I so appreciate the kind words! :-)
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