A Trillium’s Love
Viola stands facing her rooftop garden.
She waits patiently before many great things.
Her life’s fruits are like jesting ghosts──
Wicker baskets filled with unseen produce.
As our yellow star loves her trilliums,
stretching petals adore wondering eyes.
Witchgrass and buntings favor a heart’s thump.
Slowly, her soul crawls from its hiding place.
Strong desires are made from ethereal visions,
like old life emerging from a new cocoon.
Knowing no shadows in a glowing sun’s face,
can she laugh in colors or pure shades of grey?
Viola hides light deep in garden’s roots.
Trilliums love the selfish nature of her spirit.
Rooftop blooms break a city’s chiseled skyline.
Her only defiance rarely seen by others.
Viola stands facing her rooftop garden.
She waits patiently before many great things.
Her life’s fruits are like jesting ghosts──
Wicker baskets filled with unseen produce.
As our yellow star loves her trilliums,
stretching petals adore wondering eyes.
Witchgrass and buntings favor a heart’s thump.
Slowly, her soul crawls from its hiding place.
Strong desires are made from ethereal visions,
like old life emerging from a new cocoon.
Knowing no shadows in a glowing sun’s face,
can she laugh in colors or pure shades of grey?
Viola hides light deep in garden’s roots.
Trilliums love the selfish nature of her spirit.
Rooftop blooms break a city’s chiseled skyline.
Her only defiance rarely seen by others.