PINK, small, and punctual.
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.~Emily dickinson
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.
According to the title imposed on the poem after Dickinson’s death, this one is about the may-flower. I had to look it up, and this is what I found. My big takeaways: apparently they are highly fragrant, extremely delicate, and difficult to find. I’ve never seen one; the wildflower website I consulted says they grow in my state, but in sandy loam, which is the opposite of the red clay soil we have here in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains.
Regardless of species, though, spring’s flowers are precious, fleeting, lovely. Your prompt for today: go outside and find them. Enjoy the flowers for a few moments, no matter how busy you may be. You won’t regret it.
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