...you come, dreaming of ferns and flowers
and new leaves unfolding
upon the brash
turnip-hearted skunk cabbage...
...Your kneel beside it. The smell
is lurid and flows in the most
...but these are the woods you love,
where the secret name
of every death is life again -a miracle...
...What blazes the trail is not necessarily pretty.
The skunk cabbage is a powerful harbinger of the delicate flowers to come, and in the liminal time of winter to spring it shows it's power to turn death into life. Out of the muck of pond's edge, before flowers, before fruit, before harvest, comes what is not always pretty.
Our lives are not always pretty, and are as powerful and smelly as cabbage root. We are life bursting forth, rising out of the slime of existence. We belong to earth and all her magnificence, and there is peace in this knowing.