Atamasco Rain Lilies bloom in the swamp
amid the Mayapple at Easter,
each blossom pedestaled above its naked stem,
channeled soft leaves
For the Adamasco lily, I am grateful.
Bloodroot pushes its petals,
praying to the light.
One leaf cradles a tender stem;
white petals fall open,
circular satin around a golden center.
When the flower dies
the leaf continues to grow,
feeding the underground rhizome.
Indians used the orange-red root juice
to color baskets and themselves.
For the Bloodroot, I am grateful.
pushes through soft humus
bright green umbrellas
folded around a single white blossom.
A cream-colored sheath beneath last autumn’s leaves
protects the opening parasol.
For the Mayapple, I am grateful.
green when other plants bear brown
Five glassy yellow petals prostrate
bring adult knees to the ground
for a closer look.
For the Creeping Buttercup, I am grateful.
attracts attention first with leaves,
Purple blossoms dot the forest floor
and old tall stumps of cypress.
For the Bird’s Foot Violet, I am grateful.
Amen and Amen.