Wood anemones

Ephemeral wildflowers.
Painting the forest floor in spring.
The white coat grieving the death of winter.

Just a blink of an eye
And the numerous anemone children
Move their game underground.

Tiny spring bouquets
And a dedicated small vase
Just for wood anemones
And that one time of year.

Just because the moment is brief,
Doesn’t make it any less powerful.
Nor less magnificent.

Wood anemones,