Spring
showers
bring flowers
as Irises
Lilacs, Trilliums
Tulips, Snowdrops
and Pansies,
sprout in
Spring.
Categories:
trilliums, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Ninette
Winter wrinkles while showing signs of age:
but under banks of snow, it's tough to gauge.
Although Spring showers are mostly sprinkles,
while showing signs of age, Winter wrinkles.
Robin Redbreasts arrive just before Spring,
anticipating the warmth that She'll bring.
And spreading the word that Nature's alive:
just before Spring, Robin Redbreasts arrive.
Trilliums sprout in the forest cutbacks,
while the river ice buckles, forming packs.
And when Winter wrinkles, looking worn out:
in the forest cutbacks, trilliums sprout.
No longer white, Winter's a sullied grey,
Her crystalline beauty melted away.
And now, under the sun's extended light,
Winter's a sullied grey, no longer white.
Waiting in the wings, there's a feisty Spring
with daffodils pulling at Her heartstrings.
As dripping icicles give up their bling,
there's a feisty Spring waiting in the wings.
Categories:
trilliums, 10th grade, anxiety, change,
Form: Quatrain
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 and grace,
Her tepid breath starts warming Winter's freeze.
And as ice and snow melt without a trace,
She grafts green stubble onto naked trees.
Rain-soaked seeds await Nature's direction,
as April showers quench a thirsty Earth.
And overruling Winter's objection,
Spring prepares the thawed soil for life's rebirth.
Restoring color Winter's white washed out;
tulips, trilliums, and daffodils sprout.
Categories:
trilliums, 10th grade, beautiful, color,
Form: Sonnet
The waxing sun of April shines
Where once the woods of winter pined;
Now trilliums and columbines
Exult; where snow once lay, now find
Sweet-scented honeysuckle twined.
Where rime ran rife, where cold was keen,
Unfurling ferns of freshest green
Now burst beneath the budding trees,
And fragrant flowers of eglantine
Are bending in the brimming breeze.
Categories:
trilliums, april, earth, flower, growth,
Form: Dizain
The Oak Tree
The master of forests
gives the shade we desire.
The mighty oak towers
over the trilliums flowers.
Acorns deliver,
lands precious devour,
for blue jays and squirrels
and all plants and soils.
Broad leaves transpire
earths cycles untired.
Suns shade and shadows made
from edges of towers.
Through stoves it warms,
on cold days,
the small cold feet of children
after hours of smiles.
2000
Categories:
trilliums, environment, imagery, nature, tree,
Form: I do not know?
trilliums
under brush
a field mouse quiet
AP: 3rd place 2022
Posted on June 8, 2018
Categories:
trilliums, animal, flower, nature, simple,
Form: Haiku
In the wet garden this morning, I saw a teeny tiny woman made of leaves and herbs, with the orange bloom of a woodland poppy for a hat. When she realized I'd seen her, she hopped behind the slim stem of a trillium. When I bent down to get a better look at what the devil that really was, there was nothing there.
-May 11, 2011
Categories:
trilliums, fairy, flower, garden, magic,
Form: Prose Poetry
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 listening to spring's sounds.
King's Spear pointing at everything,
Lilac brighter than surrounds.
Meadowsweet as sweet as sugar,
Narcissus, dainty and refined.
Orange blossoms scent the air.
Peony as bright as one can find.
Quaker Lace is in the woods,
Rhododendron does not know where to hide.
Sweet William is as sweet as ever.
Trilliums brightening countryside.
Umbrella Magnolia weeps,
Violets so sweet and shy.
Water Lily in the pond,
Xerophyte is standing by.
Yucca growing tall and wide,
Zantedeschia by her side.
4/11/16
Categories:
trilliums, flower, daffodils,
Form: Abecedarian
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 of the sun
It's as if I'm transparent, and my mind is a blur,
vague pictures, old memories, which I cannot secure
They confuse me, yet free me, from winters within
I'm out of the darkness, from the clouds of despair
The admirable beauty, impossibly soars
with a staircase of alyssum , sweet mosses, and more...
trilliums, wild ginger, sweet violets, adorned
garlands of daisies, and lavender floors
The sky is a blue sea, I want to explore
Birds sailing along, and I envy their wings
But with my eyes closed, I am flying and free!!
Wake me not, if I'm dreaming, I will rest on a star
And dream of the roses, that climb to the clouds
The voice of an angel, tells me I am allowed
to sleep with the knowledge, I can fly in my dreams
and escape to the place, where worry's not found
Around me, a trellis, with a bounty of thorns
adorned with lush roses, and I feel I'm reborn
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Categories:
trilliums, dream, sleep,
Form: Free verse
Early spring flowers live hurried lives upon the forest floors.
As soon as the ground thaws, they peak forth their tiny blooms.
Alongside ponds and running streams purple violets are seen.
White trilliums and bluebells grace the still brown earth.
They only thrive until the canopy thickens with green.
Still some blue breaks through and sun dapples its rays.
It's Mother Nature's will that life keeps springing up,
And repeating itself endlessly.
Categories:
trilliums, nature,
Form: Free verse
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 trilliums bloom
On rocks, in swamps, each face a star
They fear not storms’ nor winter’s dark gloom
No weak rose, they surmount forests' scars
Spring's galaxy blooms in my sweet home so far
Written February 7th for the poetry contest english quintain a spring day
Categories:
trilliums, hope, seasons, spring, spring,
Form: Quintain (English)
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 Forests and the woods floor, the Trilliums grow next to the great ferns of the great
northwest.
Where everything drips with supple dew.
Everything is wet fresh and true.
The Johnny-Jump-ups came early this spring, nothing short of amazing are the sweet
Trilliums in bloom.
Awoke to the loud frogs croaking as if to remind one that spring is calling.
Then one could not sleep as the dew started falling.
There were once two girls that made a trip up on a hill every year at the same time.
Mayday was here and it was picking Trilliums in their prime.
If a May basket was not made in school, they would still pick large bouquets and surprise
their mom with them.
For those days are gone now and the girls have moved apart, but the memories of mom and
the Sweet Trilliums still warms this girls heart.
Copyright 2010 by Marymcshirley kilker
Categories:
trilliums, nature, mom, sweet, mom,
Form: Rhyme