Sandra Strohschein

Sandra Strohschein

I have walked
deep in the woods
where the trillium grows
There shadow & light play
on the forest floor or moonlight
flows like silver upon crystal
in such a way as to make
Nature pause to say
‘My you’re lovely’

There is a beauty
too lovely for words
A grace that is too graceful
to be photographed or drawn
or ever even held within a palm
The trillium is such a beauty
a loveliness to be admired
but never taken home
Never owned

We are tamed
we ordinary flowers
driven into bright bouquets
to satisfy the asphalt appetites
of those who’d buy our beauty
In our deep desires to please
it is our pleasure tragically
we’ve sold And more!
It is our soul

Pause when next you see the trillium
Weep for the loneliness of loveliness


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Trillium

  1. kiwiskan says:

    particularly like, ‘there is a beauty too lovely for words’. Isn’t that something we spend our lives trying to capture but never quite getting there, except in our hearts.


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