Spring Forest

The exquisitely delicate pink buds
of the wild apple trees are now an
abundance of perfect white blossoms
clustering their branches and
perfuming the atmosphere. Among
them their more modest counterparts,
Hawthorn flaunt their blossoms on the
way to becoming haws. The towering
pin cherry dangle their white clusters.

Dappling the forest floor minuscule
white blooms of wild strawberry. The
fluffed white heads of baneberry
interspersed with white trilliums and
the white foamy plumes of foamflower.
All present a visual antidote to the
sere bleakness of early spring.

Bumble bees, the quarterbacks of
their hives, linger among the pollen
plenitude. A distant rumble of thunder
parts the dark clouds. High above, riding
the wind, the piercing shrill whistle of
a hawk, caring nothing for the flora,
intent upon the forewarned fauna.