Trillium, trillium magenta and white, three petals bright.
Jack's still hiding in his Pulpit, for it is now daylight.
Sweet wild flowers, stretch out far and wide.
Curly fiddle head , unraveling feathery spines.
To greet the morning dew, but another day is mine.
© 2011 Ann Ivy Male
This poem is dedicated to my love.
No comments:
Post a Comment