We were out early, walking at Medfield State Hospital, greeting all the dogs and their walkers, and then trailing into the meadows and fields, and down a very shady trail I found all the fall-faded Trillium leftover from spring blooming. They’re so hard to find in the spring when they’re bright and new! Yet, they’re still pale red and lovely now even as they ruin. Enchanted, I went looking tonight for a poem about trillium, and found the one by Louise Glück which I didn’t understand. I haven’t read the collection, Wild Iris. But I found a blog, quoted below, that gave me a reference point to begin to understand a bit more, realizing the poem is written in the voice of the plant, which is fascinating and makes me shiver.