Flowers don’t often write poetry, but these flowers are two petals short of a load, so anything goes.

Short on petal,

Long on lines,

Test our mettle,

No one whines.

 

We are trilliums,

That we are,

Trilliums ‘n’ trilliums,

Here to afar.

 

Like Brazilians,

Or gazillions,

We are trilliums,

By the millions.