A CARPET OF TRILLIUM
Driving along at a reasonable speed I saw
A carpet of trillium thick on the forest floor,
The trees have their spring cleaning all done
So a new carpet put down for visitors to come.
The white and bright green a fine pattern made,
One that during it’s short life would not fade,
Grow thicker and richer with each passing day,
And maybe pale pinks and purple come it’s way.
Another forest was blanketed with trillium fair,
This time the other colours were growing there.
They are not to be plucked at all and taken away
For they wouldn’t live so many people do say.
But I would love a root or two for my own yard,
But to buy them would be, I fear, very hard,
So I’ll wander around and walk through the trees,
Gaze at their beauty and see them dance in the breeze.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 7 May 2006