Trillium

Just over the hill, between the stream and embankment wall - I knew I'd find a trillium. I had a single purpose and focus. But sitting there, pencil in hand, my ears filled with the stream's voice. My eyes were seduced by joyous layering of textures and colors. My skin was warmed by the sun. The supple down of the unfurling red maple leaves tickled my ear every time the wind blew. Peripheral vision flooded in. It's spring now.

marsh marigold

Trillium

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