We salute National Poetry Month with a poem by Walt Whitman, the 19th century poet whose birthplace is a New York State Historic Site.
Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well,
Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or
Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,
Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;
Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,
(On earth and in the sea – the universe – the stars there in the
Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,
And waiting ever more, forever more behind.
Walt Whitman, Leaves of grass, 1891-1892
Take some time this month to see the poetry in the unseen buds and early spring flowers in a state park or historic site near you.