Stopped and write this poem during my first ride of spring. Working at a nature center has the benefits of now beginning to recognize the plants along the trail.
WordPress being WordPress it didn’t retain intended line breaks, so I suppose I’ll let you imagine where they exist.
Grinning in the sudden fragrance
of last year’s Christmas pines
winding now scenic trails;
a lemonade of civil engineering
in the echoes of the town dump
bike tires lean past
Wild Leeks leafing amidst moss
as the auburn of Wood Betony
stretches it’s floral tentacles
nowhere near an octopus ocean.
I crouch down, saying hello
to the pinkpurple Hepatica.
Blood still thick with last month
body baffled by this new mercury
panting gladly for a breath
within the leaves of last year