Viola Sheltonii

The ground
Becomes soft

Below brown pine needles
And the shells and seed pods of last autumn

This landscape once seeming barren
Is beginning a new task
Of waterleaf peeking

And here is where Shelton’s violet
Has returned

Its leaves are
Dark green, and fine, like lace

As if the leaves weren’t a gift enough,
The blossoms are open and
Facing up to the sky

So bright
And all-yellow truthful
That it really did happen again

The impossible, unfurling so quietly,
So quickly and hopefully
We are already here, on the other side of this change

Poem by Jillian Makoutz

Jillian Makoutz lives in Northern California with her partner, her three children, and their cats and chickens. She enjoys bird watching and writing poems about nature.