Viola, generous and humble,
I could harvest your sweet-smelling blooms forever
And never run out.
Heart’s-ease, violet, pansy, Johnny jump-up,
Your names are as innumerable as your gifts.
Spoonfuls of syrup strengthen our hearts, nourish our blood,
And quiet our coughs
Through every season.
You generously provide a colorful show,
And then your true flowers,
Pale green and hidden beneath heart-shaped leaves,
Do their work to guard your future.
In the garden I wait beside a shaded corner
As the morning dew disappears into a shaft of sunlight,
Grateful for one more day with you,
Purple, white, blue and pink
Protectors of our hearts.
(c) Judith C Evans 2019
3 comments:
Beautiful words for tiny, precious flowers. “But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
So happy and soothing. I think the names of flowers are like one word poems.
Thank you, Cecilia. I have always loved that Sherlock Holmes quote!
That is so true about the names of flowers, Colleen. Thank you!
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