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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3270 Registered: 11-1998 |
Poem of the Week On Finding Trilliums Kathy Paupore She walks the woods along the road, the air is cold, rain comes and goes. There at the base of the pine, a glimpse. The wait has been short or long, depends on your perception of time and its demands. That tease of white could be a scrap of birch bark, discarded paper, a patch of snow. Other ephemerals have come and gone, most too quickly unless you watch for their bloom. Maybe these two were here yesterday, but she walked this same path, saw no signs. Perhaps the leaves were close on the ground, tiny buds still green. Today they must be taller, three leaves open, white petals curved back to drink rain. |
