Nodding Trillium

Drunk
On the sound
Of the creek
Babbling
Over the rocks
And through the crevasses
Water
Forever finding it’s way.

Entranced
In the song
Of the Louisiana Waterthrush’s
Melodic warble
Filling the space between the newly formed leaves
Closing in the forest canopy.

Dazed
By the yellow powdered
Sex organs
Held by the pink veined
Swirled petals
Of the nodding trilliums
Blanketing the ashed grounds of this wilderness.

Lost
Within the quiet world
Of nothing-ness
And everything-ness
Of the mountain.