The tilt of the earthInvites the sunTo warm the EarthAs dormant desires Unfurl Strident red skunk cabbage Pierces the wetlandsCrimson mottled spathes Hiding the spadix like a hidden treasureWithin their smooth cowls A tree hangs over the bankIts exposed roots form a caveThe shade and damp Hold onto iciclesMagic in this melting world A mossyContinue reading “Spring”
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