naturepoem #2
(adapted from sandcounty
almanac by aldo leopold)
draba sprinkles sandy soil
with small white blooms
that catch no eye
lost in the gusty winds of march
its scent attracts no passerby
in sun too weak for bigger blooms
in sand too poor for flag or rose
a postscript to the hope of spring
the unassuming draba grows
nothing eats it – in three lines
the botanists its story tell
wool clad draba only does
a small job quietly and well
© Jacqueline Jackson 2005
This article appears in Mar 17-23, 2005.
