Green-Gloved FingersPale green-gloved fingerspush through the forest floor.Soon, fingers will rip outtheir gloves’ seams and stretch into leaves.Budded stems will stick their heads out,and lady’s slipper flowers will bloom.But today, I admire hundredsof graceful green-gloved fingersgently waving at me—along pine-needled trails,near fallen trees,beneath unfurling ferns.For decades, I’ve searchedfor lady’s slipper flowers each spring,but failed to … Continue reading Green-Gloved Fingers – a poem by Sheila Wellehan