Monday, April 20, 2009

Maybury State Park

After visiting The Great Lakes Art Fair (see yesterday's post), we went to Maybury State Park and took a 47-minute minute walk in the rain. It was also getting dark. There were lots of wildflowers, but they were all closed up because of the rain and darkness (and some
hadn't opened yet, and were just in bed), The ones pictured here are bloodroots. (I was only carrying my tiny pocket camera because of the rain and darkness.

There are lots of hiking trails at Maybury State park, as well as picnic grounds, a farm and other amenities. The park is on what used to be the grounds of Maybury Sanatorium, where people in Detroit went for tuberculosis. They cut the tuberculosis rate in Detroit by more than half.

Here is a poem I wrote Saturday when I was all cranky because I was confined indoors on a beautiful spring day (I thought this was a good post for it, when I actually got out [in the rain] [no fawn though]):


Fawn lilies, pale in the shadows of trees, open their throats
and call the bees. Bees, drunk with sleep and winter,
stagger from the hive. The hive hums with its own morning.
Spring caresses the forest lightly. If you hurry, you will see nothing
but the dark still-sleeping trunks of trees. But stop. Place your ear
to the trunk and listen. Sap thrums in its veins, singing
to the buds who hum softly as they gather their new leaves
to unfurl. And in a spot of branch-filtered sun, the first
mourning cloak butterfly fans slow wings among the fallen leaves.
You might mistake it for one of them if you didn't pause and look.
But I cannot look. Confined indoors, I miss the birthday
of the forest: the doe, licking her newborn, pressing
with her nose to balance it as it wobbles toward
its first breakfast. Picture me longing, aching; see me imagining
instead of watching, as, stepping among the white lilies
that bear its name, in a moment never to be repeated,
the newborn fawn takes its fleeting first steps.

Mary Stebbins Taitt

It's national poetry month and I am trying to write a poem a day which I am posting here, if you are interested.


Jacob said...

What can I say? Your photos (from your teeny little camera are super) and your poem is wonderful and touching.

You have a real talent, Mary!

BerryBird said...

Oooh -- that trail looks very inviting. I'm glad you got a chance to get out in the woods, fawn or no fawn.

Dick said...

The pictures are fine, that park seems to be great.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Thank you Jacob, Berrybird and Dick.

We haven't been back tot he woods since then--phooey! :-(

But it was nice to just get out.

The trails we walked on for more than 45 minutes were only in one tiny little corner of the park--so there are LOTS more trails to explore! And bike trails, too.