I found this flower out in the shadows of the woods. He faithfully turns up every summer. He stays in the filtered and dark places, the forgotten and lonely places, raising his leaves like flags to the world.
Jack in the Pulpit, they call him. Three leaves clustered together for the Trinity. He holds those Trinity leaves up all summer, in rain or in wind, even until the frost comes and changes the flower to a heart of bright, blood red seeds.
After that, he fades away in the snow.
But I know he'll be back around the time that Easter returns.
Just watch.
He's faithful.
Jack in the Pulpit, they call him. Three leaves clustered together for the Trinity. He holds those Trinity leaves up all summer, in rain or in wind, even until the frost comes and changes the flower to a heart of bright, blood red seeds.
After that, he fades away in the snow.
But I know he'll be back around the time that Easter returns.
Just watch.
He's faithful.
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