Sunday Stroll: Growth

 Step through this natural arch, 

and we will walk in another, more beautiful, world.

At the woods edge, blue-eyed grass is waking.

The mallow, 

small and delicate at our feet,

is welcoming visitors.

 Fungi are blooming,

and field daisies are in bud.

 At the edge of the swamp, 

the sun shines a light 

on Arisaema triphyllum

(little Jack in the Pulpit.)

Leaves are everywhere:

Below our feet,

and overhead.

Apple

Cedar

Moss

Juniper

Choke Cherry

Maple Leaf and Lichen

and the green roof, alive and singing.

At the north edge of the Long Field,

we can rest 

on the old wooden swing.

Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.