Trilliums

Trilliums
How bright those first sunny days of Spring
When the showers of March cease pouring down
In the last few weeks of April, as birds sing
And flit from tree to tree – the soft sweet sound
Of returning light to warm a world chilled
By the dank cold of receding Winter.
Like a young girl bedecked with every frill,
Concealed in every dark recess hinter
During that time when Night is long and Day
Passes by with scarce a flickering sigh,
Nature brings forth her brightest garb as May
Nears and April wanes and Summer draws nigh.

In nooks where through the year they lay concealed,
Beneath the woodland duff, Trilliums bloom –
A brief burst of brightness boldly revealed
In Spring-bright woodlands when all the dank gloom
Is momentarilly dispelled: Sunlight
Scattered everywhere wakens each flower
Waiting beneath the soil; the dreary night
Of slumbering Winter banished! – This bower
Of blossoms that herald the Summer's return
Are but a fleeting moment in the year,
A sweet moment for which I yearly yearn
As Winter fades and sun-bright Spring draws near.