Spring beauties in our woods. Back several years, I didn’t notice Spring flowers and did not care one bit about them.

Now, with age, I guess, and with the understanding that when I focus on one thing for a while, the intricacies of that subject are somewhat revealed, and a kind of awe and wonder takes over — it happens with flowers. Or trees. Or mushrooms, or the shapes of leaves. Form just fascinates me.

It happens with art of any kind (except hyper-real art). Happens with typography on cardboard boxes, and often. Happens with the shapes of clouds always changing. Happens with the best poetry I read, which is not a lot.

When things distill clearly in any given moment, when I am ready for things to distill, a clarity seems to glow.

Spring flowers tell me: there is abundant beauty in this world, and sometimes it lasts for only three days. Enjoy! Life is a moving stream.

And pay attention.

Time to go mushroom-hunting. A friend said when the redbuds start budding, it’s time to look.