Possibly sugar maple—
this whirligig, samara, seed bearing
bundle that sends
DNA from the tree
out in the world to grow again.
Green loaded weight-
bearing on one end, split to show
an escape’s in progress.
Its other end’s a wing, flat
bottom, curved top,
in shades of tan, an edge
chartreuse or lime, depending on the light.
How one flies, descends, like
a fallen leaf, an object beautifully lean.
When today’s walk brings you
out past the tall prairie grass,
and bedstraw, bloodroot—where hardwoods
send a trill of notes liquid
as rain from a singer hidden, you wonder,
can it be warbler, oriole?
You must listen beyond
yourself, become part sylvan, verdant,
breathing, swaying, being.
Photo By: John J.Ingles-Le Nobel