when woods are still
the color of deer
not gray, not brown,
when only the barberry dare to suggest
Rivulets chortle through throats
of groggy skunk cabbage
and the detrius of glaciers gone.
Spring passes through lightly,
carelessly dropping her
crown of gold and green
at the edge of a vernal pond.
- Nancy Boudreau
This is a quickly painted 4" x 6" view of the Silvermine area in New Canaan, Connecticut, in early spring. The marsh marigolds are "homebodies". They don't wander or spread far from where you might be lucky enough to find them. But they are enduring, returning every year to flourish for a brief time with gusto.
Text and images © 2016 Nancy A. Boudreau. All rights reserved. Permission required for publication. Images available for licensing.