I told the story of these Trout Lilies at Emmon’s Preserve (Kennebunkport Conservation Trust) in a Day Poem a few days ago. They are also sometimes called Adder’s Tongue 

I went to Emmon’s Preserve today
to look for Trout Lilies where I know
they grow, along the trail down to the
little falls on the Bascom River. As
I went down, I thought for sure I was
too late…the blossoms were closed,
well past and drying, and the leaves
already loosing the spots that give
the flower it’s names, whether you
call it Trout Lily or Adder’s Tongue.
Ah well, I have missed them before
and I would like to think this will
not be my last spring…but then
right down by the falls, where the
cold air settles and is further cooled
by the rushing water, holding back the
season, there they were…in full bloom,
poking up out of moss right by the water’s
edge…nodding as they do…bending their
bright yellow faces down until the red veins
on the backs of the petals show like a
blush. I bent low to photograph them,
doing my best not to slip off the bank and
into the the stream. The woods dream
in flowers in the spring. I would not
want to wake them with my thrashing.

Sony Rx10iii at 600mm equivalent. 1/1000th @ f4.5 @ ISO 100. Processed in Polarr on my iPad Pro.