How The Trout Lily Got It’s Spots

 One day in early May The Trout Lily was heard to say Why are my leaves dappled this way? The Spring Beauty nearby replied with a sigh The answer lies in the meadows green Where the wily fox cannot glean Beyond the valley and in a stream Are fish so

Reflections

 I have often paddled my imaginary canoe Along turbulent streams of life And during solitary travels My peace was shattered by a vexed view Of man's greed, jealousy and strife Struggling against adversity I was transported back in time To an ancient voyage Taken by a forgotten traveller Whose birth