Trillium
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As Lupin and I come to a curve in the trail,she pulls back on her leash, sits down hard
and refuses to move. Just beyond, I know
my beloved trillium are sprinkled through
the woods. I want to see and touch them
while they are still here. Simple flower
of three petals hanging below a whorl
of diamond-shaped leaves. Although her
eyes don’t show fear, Lupin sits statue-stiff.
I wonder we circle back and come to this path
another way...but she will not budge. Perhaps
coyotes are close. I try to reason with her that we
need to see them now because trillium blooms
don’t last long. She avoids my gaze, reluctantly
stands then slowly walks beside me. I spot
them exactly where I remembered. So I flick
her leash gently and she jumps over a fallen log
as I follow. Bending low, I lift the trillium leaves
to really see the nodding flower, to memorize white.
