False Solomon’s seal
False Solomon’s seal, you trade
in frankincense and myrrh,
filling the forest with your fragrance.
There is a wisdom in the ladder
of your leaves, clasping their way
to each perfusion of scent and blossom.
Multiplied beneath the sunlit spaciousness
of Douglas fir, you make a Milky Way
of stars, as if the skies had poured
themselves into our lap, born
again as a field of flowers, one vast aroma,
calling us to a true home.
—North Cascades National Park