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.
You never did show where to find it (and you!).
🙂
It is nice to be out and about finding blooming things, isn’t it.
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 …..
Hi
This poem is really moving. I will have to listen carefully for the whisper.
Regards
Guy