Ooh, I love it, especially, "The trees know. Ask them."
Of course a song comes to mind.
But first - your photos are fabulous!! The skunk cabbage. Hazel in motion.
And the poems.
Now for the Inkspots!

Why do you whisper, green grass
Why tell the tress what ain't so
Whispering grass, the trees don't have to know, no, no
.... Why tell them all the old things
They're buried under the snow
Whispering grass, don't tell the trees
'Cause the trees don't need to know