A purple burst of petals
above the trinity of leaves in the
mountains and forests, lush presence
rooted in deep, dark humus and
covered with a light snow,
melting in an early spring surprise.

Trilliums bend low until
the morning sun gets the attention,
several open in unison, as if rejoicing
in place. The wood lily with triplet 
leaves, a whorl of mystery holding
up its prize.

A walk along the snowy path,
in between seasons, each with
its own splendor, each with its
own purge of ambivalence,
medicinal balm,
sacred symmetry.