FOREST FLOOR
The name of the next street over
hints at what our neighborhood was
before there were houses and streets:
Forest.
The Red Oak in our front yard,
her sisters the Burr Oak across the street,
and the trio of Hickories in our neighbor's yard
are all of a size that suggests they have been standing here
for at least a century.
Maybe longer.
That they have survived the destruction of their habitat
and adapted to urban living
is a testament to their tenacity.
But the real miracle can be found
at the base of our oak.
On what was once the forest floor,
(now an unmown ring around the base of the tree)
sessile trillium,
perhaps as old as the fragment of forest,
emerges and blooms
every spring.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Carol, at Carol's Corner, will join me again this year as often as possible.
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Kay, at A Journey Through the Pages, is joining, too!
Steve, at inside the dog, is sharing his poems
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Check the comments at A Year of Reading or Poetrepository for her poems.
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Carol, at Beyond Literacy Link, is writing alongside us when she can.
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Jone, at DeoWriter, is doing a "double L" challenge.
