The ground
Becomes soft
Saturated
Below brown pine needles
Rocks
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
Quietly
Its leaves are
Perfect
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.
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