The early evening star <br />The muse of three ivory words <br />Tied to one gravity of reason— <br />Tied to the gold pollen <br />Of birth and rebirth and rebirth. <br /> <br />The trillium and all her creamy luck <br />Equal in truth—unbiased, measured, even <br />And blooming silver on all three faces <br />Of muse. Serving sincerity <br />On all three plates of heaven. <br />The trio of power, wisdom, clarity <br />Paralleling the blonde expressions <br />Of stars—and the outstretched <br />Limbs of stars— <br />Blooming and bedding against <br />A warm cliff—Soft on a poetic landscape; <br />Unfolding <br />On a precipice, leaning clear over its demise:<br /><br />Masiela Lusha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trillium/
