The forest glows an incandescent emerald
green, the late spring sun filtering through
to highlight its pride of newly leafed trees
and shrubs sheltering the presence of raccoons
and skunks, chipmunks, squirrels, and hares
loathe to make their presence visible while
cardinals and robins praise the day in high
pitched trills and owls and hawks take note.
This is the glory time for wildflowers erupting
from the moist soil, the yellow heads of trout
lilies, red of trilliums and creamy sprays of
foamflower all flaunting their transitory beauty.
Spring rains have flooded the forest floor as a
boulder-strewn creek hurries tempestuously
through the ravine holding the forest in its
tight embrace, where migratory Mallards float
at leisure before resuming their return to the
boreal forest further north in this great land.
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