This has been a moody, brooding
spring, but nothing deters
the sweet trill of the crimson cardinal
seated high in the woods thrilling
to the wide, clear sky, the
warming sun in complete
command of the landscape below.
Finally, hesitant hawthorn and
wild apple trees blush green and
the Serviceberry trees, still leafless
in full floral-white bloom. Red Osier
dogwood canes leafing, yellow
birch dangling their catkins.
A pair of blues flirt together,
twirling and whirling around the
wakening forest understory. Among
the delicate white strawberry flowers,
they lift in a rhapsody of the season.
Alert to the brilliance of the sun,
yellow trout lilies nod.
Beneath the firs, spruce, pine
and cedars, among the poplar, oak,
beech and maples, lilies-of-the-valley
have roused themselves. Pastel
shades of ivory, gold, mauve and
purple woodland violets shyly
punctuate emerging ferns
and boldly flaming trilliums.
Spring in the forest; another season
arrived in nature's endless cycle.
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