touch-me-not quivering
in the rain
Tag: wildflowers
July’s white heat
blossoming wintergreen
lady slipper
every way a bee
can bumble
Dutchman’s breeches
trembling in the breeze
of passing trucks
all that effort
to pose as a corpse
wake-robins
hepaticas
the mountain’s timeless
spring fashions
what flutters
in the leaf litter
hepaticas
snowpack
the afterlife
of ghost plants
bound tight
by a dead leaf—
cleavers
still nodding
where the fisher broke cover
foamflowers
Grown old and grizzled,
you no longer have to wonder whether her scent is meant for you.
Flowers evolved as clickbait for pollinators.
You won’t believe what happened next.