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,
Anneli