Thursday, April 07, 2011

Some poems

some poems
you do not write

you wait
hushed
as the soil strains
its urgent whisper

this

listen
and remember
this

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Bloodroot is peeking through the forest floor now; stepped over and unseen by all but those who know to look for it.

The Wiki link above is worth a read for its explanation of myrmecochory that I referred to in this prior post, but which I almost believed to be a fable.

3 comments:

MevetS said...

You never did show where to find it (and you!).

:-)

It is nice to be out and about finding blooming things, isn't it.

Rabbits' Guy said...

Where's the wikilink? Love the poem .. shh listen ...

Boy oh boy we have been listening here for a month and finally the first whispers .....

Guy said...

Hi

This poem is really moving. I will have to listen carefully for the whisper.

Regards
Guy