Daily Archives: November 8, 2019


Whispers of Violets 5

  Whispers of Violets   They said you couldn’t be done That you were capricious, disdainful, coy A slow starter and rarely-ender   For years we listened to them For years I warily pondered you From the corner of a mistrustful eye A June flower An August berry An October Lady in her violet drape Beckoning from the palm of my hand   And then one day A tentative crush beneath the teeth An astonishing burst of tart mystery And a fragrance…  elusive, impossible to name Out of reach in a dim bank of dusty neurons A fragrance of other […]