The Day 11 prompt from National Poetry Writing Month challenged us to write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. And for inspiration directed us to the Language of Flowers, a glossary of flower meanings.  My favorite flower since my childhood days running wild and free in the forests around our home is the Trillium. How lovely to learn it means “modest beauty.”

modest beauty –
flawless bud peeks through lashes
at a globe in tears

nothing but child’s play

I see a lot of families out walking, biking and generally enjoying together time right now. Which is the silver lining of all the ruckus. So, it only made sense for childhood to be on my mind as a I played with four of the March 2020 NaHaiWriMo prompts: patches of snow, plum blossom, return of the migrants and thunderheads.

I spy croci
peeking through fairy rings
snow patch find

white snow turns pink
when the south wind blows
we honk with the geese

among cedar and fern
we wandered dawn to dusk
porch light migrants

with each flash of light
we count one-Mississippi
big guns overhead

reprise . . .

Felines and fungi — an unlikely combination, yes? Not so! Ellen King Rice is shepherding a “community of vibrant learners in the arts of word-smithing and mycology.” Folks living in the South Sound can visit her blog and take their minds off the relentless January rain. After a bit of escapism, they could choose to donate to Feline Friends, a local organization dedicated to caring for cats and kittens.