in the forest very deep

on a hillside tall and steep

awakened from a winter’s sleep

are the trilliums

in April’s rain they do appear

under May’s skies blue and clear

then you’ll know that spring is here

sweet, sweet trilliums

a trio’s white, true and fair

swaying softly in springtime air

there’s nothing here that can compare

to our dear trilliums

on a hillside tall and steep

I hear God speak to me in sleep

the secret’s hidden, still and deep

among our trilliums

Anitra Redlefsen
Color photograph, 1993
Poem, 1996