Trillium Beneath the Pines
The flowers of spring bloom,
Bright as the sun.
They rise,
Up from the ground again.
To give the birds
Word of winter's end.
They raise their heads
To the sky,
Facing the rain and the sun
In balance
To host their petals.
Beneath the pines
They are beams of light in the dark.
For the seasons will turn
As sure as the sun
Will break the night
The flowers bloom
To remind us
No matter how dark it gets,
Spring will come again.
Author's note: Here is my slightly-before-May-Day poem! I adore trillium and it is bountiful here in the Pacific Northwest! Currently, I'm living in quarantine and I needed a little hope in my life. Thank you for reading!
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
