On Easter Monday, Mary Ellen Myers invited us to walk in her woods and see the Spring wildflowers. It was a sacred time with good friends and delicate native wildflowers and plants everywhere on our walk. Here is her poem about that day:
A Walk in the Woods
City dwellers, concerned
that earth is needing care,
tender loving care.
City folk got up early
though retired,
didn’t have to.
City friends drove 70 miles
to take a walk in woods
just leafing out,
birds singing in canopy,
wild flowers budding, blooming.
Not disappointed, lakeside Catesby trillium,
violets of every shape and hue,
crested dwarf Iris, later Verna,
Iris with orange center.
Buckeye tree in bloom, cross-vine
creeping toward the light,
Pinxster flower, Wild Geranium,
Foamflower, Columbine.
Sweet Shrub, Wild Hydrangea,
Soloman’s Seal,
Rattlesnake Plantain, no fear,
only a black snake seen.
Mountain laurel, Rhododendron,
buds, no blooms.
Enjoyed learning, seeing, while
walking by gushing stream,
Listening to Scarlet Tanager,
Hooded Warbler,
Vireos, ever present Wrens.
Lunch was welcome, calories burned,
no guilt eating those cookies.