Plants


among the trees                         coming up and down                         a japanese maple

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hawthorn petals                    quicken                     maple shade

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a          robin           among           crabapple           buds

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               spring                                        time’s                                        unwind

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Autumn seeds         a rising choir         —         into what dark promise         will the sounding fly?

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widely native, never wilting, weathering well, white avens (Geum canadense)

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spring hopes                         a seedling oak                         before the deer

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  mown        a moment        remembering thyme-leaved speedwell (Veronica serpyllifolia).

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Cherry Springs State Park, I’m told, is named for groves of black cherry trees–

its evening sky,  the clearest and darkest in Pennsylvania.

These days by Little Crum Creek, hours from the skygazers I’ll one night join,

a single black cherry briefly flowers the white light of our nearest star.

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