A wave of trilliums

I rode a wave of trilliums

dappled pink and white on

a million shades of green

upon waves and waves of Appalachian landscape

etched like fractal dreams

Blooming biodiversity aches of budding thought

swinging dogwood blossoms

sweet to the tongue redbud flowers

dangling columbines, unfurling ferns, crumpled cohosh

and clear cascading waters

I rode a wave of trilliums

to an old stand of tulip poplars

hiding below a thick network

of mycelium and bacteria and the

synergistic chemistry of soil and Life

showy orchis sings it is time

as fruiting bodies of cerebral bulbous folds 

explode through thirsty dirt

miracles of a different kind

so I am frying morels and poor man’s pepper

with a dash of ramps for supper

I rode a wave of trilliums

into a small piece of heaven

into the resurgence of Spring

Nourishment for my body

And more importantly my soul

And I am all the stronger for it

a step closer to our fragile and wondrous world.