I looked up Trailing Arbutus online and found this very lovely, heartfelt poem of someone who paints with words better than I paint with colours. This is my second tiny painting of these lovely may flowers. I hope you'll read the poem. I've just discovered a new poet I knew nothing about, who admired these as much as I ...

The Trailing Arbutus (a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier) I wandered lonely where the pine-trees made Against the bitter East their barricade, And, guided by its sweet Perfume, I found, within a narrow dell, The trailing spring flower tinted like a shell. Amid dry leaves and mosses at my feet. From under dead boughs, for whose loss the pines Moaned ceaseless overhead, the blossoming vines Lifted their glad surprise, While yet the bluebird smoothed in leafless trees His feathers ruffled by the chill sea-breeze, And snow-drifts lingered under April skies. As, pausing, o'er the lonely flower I bent, I thought of lives thus lowly, clogged and pent, Which yet find room, Through care and cumber, coldness and decay, To lend a sweetness to the ungenial day And make the sad earth happier for their bloom. I look forward to spring and maybe going to the woods to bring home a small bouquet of may flowers ...