Thoreau

Earth Day

by Amy Belding Brown

Today the woods are carpeted
in small blue flowers.
I do not know their names;
perhaps it does not matter.
They are so abundant,
I cannot take a step
without bruising some,
yet they just laugh and
drift out of the woods,
run halfway up the back yard,
and curl around the
trunks of maple trees.
Maybe they are
seeking something
that only flowers love.
Or maybe they know
how brief life is
and why such extravagant
forgiveness is required.

April 22, 2001

Copyright © Amy Belding Brown