Thousands of wildflowers have come
and gone, taking their colors with them.
A small thing, this untraceable silence,
allowing me to notice
what cannot be seen:
near the water-lined beech trees,
some pale purple-blue spring flowers
of the common hepatica,
emerge from rootstalks under leaves;
they only open a week or two —
such a narrow window of time.
They are already bending without wind,
timing to open at the onset of night,
listening for the movement of water
and light.
Martin Willitts Jr is a retired Librarian. He has over 20 chapbooks, plus 15 full-length collections His most recent chapbook is "You Enter, and It All Falls Apart" (Flutter Press, 2019).
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