In hepatica time

It’s cold. Mid-day
and the hepatica flowers are still
only half-open, nodding

on their thin stalks.
My mother tallies them up—
stroke-marks in her notebook.

At the top of a hemlock tree,
a porcupine sleeps in a sunlit
halo of quills.

Series Navigation← Earth DayReturn of the warblers →


  1. Oh, I like this very much. “nodding / on their thin stalks” and “stroke-marks in her notebook” and of course that last line.


Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.