Trilliums

In the woods, appearing as if from a secret underworld, and at a certain time  of year when cold air is only beginning to concede to spring, a delicate flower buds from a cluster of leaves, an unexpected surprise in the browns and mosses of the forest. An elf could have slipped easily under them to use them for an umbrella, or a fairy could have landed on its unobtrusive folds.

Trilliums are a welcome whisper in the land below the rainbow.  -Dianne

I hear rumors of the Trilliums opening their delicate petals deep below the canvass of leaves whispering spring time lullabies. I need to return to the forest where my soul rests its weary head on pillows of ferns. And my body in respite, yearns for those sustainable moments in which body and spirit converse in harmonious languages of life and nature. -Ruth Marburger