Long Trilliums Poems

Far Away, Far Away

Children when you dream at night you may see an awesome sight!
Magic fairies in the dew near trilliums of snow white hue.
You must search within your dreams by the light of midnight...

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Amaryllis splendid beauty, Christmas bells of pride thrill us
Birds of Paradise in flight making its opera debut in its crane plumage crown 
Calla Lilly’s endless white elegance bouquet, a peek-a-boo lavender funnel play 
Daffodils, shoo-in...

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I love when the first blooms of spring begin, crocus in the garden, peaking from the snow; may flowers and troutlily soon begin to show
   The millions of trilliums gloriously painting the undergrowth of our...

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 Around me,  a trellis, with a bounty of thorns
adorned with lush roses, and I feel I'm reborn
Awake, or a dreamland,  I cannot be sure...
There are blue skies, above me, and a caress...

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In the woods of great greens and fast running streams are Trilliums growing in the late 
spring.

Three white peddles with a hint of purple bloom, yet there are more colors where the 
Trilliums bloom.

In the...

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Winter wrinkles, showing the signs of age,
but under all that snow, it's tough to gauge.
Although Spring showers are mostly sprinkles,
showing the signs of age, Winter wrinkles.

Robin Red-Breasts arrive ahead of Spring
to celebrate the warmth that...

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Azaleas putting on spring frocks,
Bluebells holding up their heads.
Columbine blooming 'neath the sun,
Daffodils springing from their beds.

Everlasting's new in spring,
Fig Marigolds gaily attired.
Goat's Rue coming through the soil,
Hyacinths keeping us inspired.

Iris, most beautiful of all,
Jasmine...

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Winter wrapped Autumn in a shroud of white
after Jack Frost had stripped the trees of green.
And a contrite sun diminished its light;
while a dulcet moon loaned Winter its sheen.

And yet, when Spring arrives with poise...

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By trees and water the loveseat waits

For wanderers' chance meeting there

The outcomes will be the choice of fates

As stories repeat in spring air

We left the bench shaded by flower pots fair


Round the loveseat the white...

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