To be the breath of spring again and the delicate violet growing off the path in the dark, acid humus So new, so exquisite, so beautiful in deep rich purples and light lavenders framed in jades and emeralds Like those petals of the sweet violet damp carefully unfolding, How carefully we skirt their fragile stems How we admire their hopeful existence. Juxtaposed A waterlogged American Chestnut stump, decades old worn from weather and experience, which intended to remove its existence sits moss covered and lichen poxed So ancient, were these once prolific trees, they sheltered wildlife and shaded seasons Like a centerpiece model celebrated and photographed, the violet in its youth and beauty outshines the old stump Ascospores impaired the majesty of spreading arms of foliage and grace leaving only relics and vestiges The skin of an aged woman in her wheelchair withered and folded gnarled knuckles and swollen fingers twist and clutch Perhaps to a spring day: sun-filled and warm Glazed cataracts and age spots her own time-told markers evidence a long life. a spoon held before her, waits As a young girl attends her, dismissively
Wanderings and Reflections
