Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Monday, June 05, 2006
American Mayapple Podophyllum peltatum
Groves over moist, rich shade, They dot the forest, Umbrellas dappled with fragments of sky. I peer into their secrets. Mayapples. A forest beneath the forest. Here I can believe In the dance of fairies. Under a canopy Of days aglow Graced by a blossom sun.