Bright Eyes

Spring in Whisperwood has been stunning.  After a dry winter the rains came, and everything changed. The crackly browns receded 'neath a verdant mantle, new, and wildflowers — their yellows, purple,  reds and blue  — decorated everything.  Here is Fire Pink, or "Silene Virginica".  I call her Bright Eyes.  She lives in Whisperwood, preferring the rocky cliff that straddles the garden slope.  Some call her Catch Fly, as her stems are sticky and trap the insects dawdling by.

Hello, Bright Eyes!

What do you see

with that face of yours,

so cheery today?

How pretty you are

by the stone —

sprightly,

oh, so gay!