One day, walking in the woods with my mother, she stopped. It was early spring. She cupped in her hand a stem of tiny white flowers, so bright they glowed among matted leaves at the base of a pine. Because of the way she recognizing the pale buds, like friends, I now understand she had been here before and I imagine that someone once took her walking and with soft knowing eyes bent over the same wondrous flowers and said, “See? Trailing Arbutus! Native to here.” I wish I’d asked, “Who? Poem by Janice Scully Janice Scully lives near Syracuse New York with her husband, Bart, and writes a weekly poetry blog, Salt City Verse at http://janicescully.com. She has an MFA from Vermont College and has had poem published previously in Tiny Seed Literary as well as other magazines and on-line websites for both adults and children.