I Wonder if I’m Too Late for the Trilliums

You speak of spring and

yet I see only sad faces
Meandering down the street
Lost tired beings whose eyes

are still closed tightly
As if not yet born

The tulips are in full bloom

and daffodils drooping
I have not captured that

magic elixir derived
From warm breezes and

bumblebee contemplation

Hurry up spring and find me
I have been so lost in the confusion
Of everyone else’s catastrophes

The little man wants to dance
And put on his  finest clothes
and wander

through a field of daisies
I wonder if I’m too late for the trillium's.

Reviews

[Sofiko Emiry]

"The little man wants to dance
And put on his finest clothes
and wander
through a field of daisies..."

It's a beautifully expressed poem.

[Rose of many colours]

This send a message as on travelling to a place . the different flowers appears to be the miles covered.
If I may say so.

[J.P. Bristow]

I was drawn by the title......my grandmother used to say don't pick the trillium pinch them instead lol lol..however the deer made midnight snacks of them so it was all for naught most of the time...thanks for the wander down memory lane...I could smell the dew on the grass...it's sad what we miss, the cement hustle and bustle......I shall dream of a field of daisies but be content with dandelions peeking through sidewalk cracks......(heavy sigh)

[Rene Salinas]

A reminder of the dead - unborn and then it bloomed and wrapped me like spring does .A confortable feeling only to be thrown down by ignorance and I had to google trillium Jon, and then go Ahhh. Good job that it was at the end and it did not interfere with the motherly spring hug I was experiencing. Thankyou so much.

[Matching Socks]

An enjoyable read. :)
....

[Kelly Scheppers]

"I have not captured that
magic elixir derived
From warm breezes and
bumblebee contemplation..."

This is my first ever read of you, John...and I find I will be returning!

My best,
Kelly

[Neville]

Never too late my friend. A delightful read to be sure. All good Things, Neville

[Alfred Kukitz]

I feel a sense of innocence here!