Through rotting vegetation
the Sweet Violet shoots,
thrusting up its pretty head
above the living roots,
through last years leafy moulds
and Jack-by-the hedge,
its velvet petals unfold,
heralding Summer’s pledge …
Through rotting vegetation
the Sweet Violet shoots,
thrusting up its pretty head
above the living roots,
through last years leafy moulds
and Jack-by-the hedge,
its velvet petals unfold,
heralding Summer’s pledge …
Comments
jennifer | March 4, 2009 - 15:54
Ok, I now think that 'Spring' was a bad choice...it was so lovely up til yesterday, and now it's pee-ing down again!
So optimistic, very Romantic poet of you! Lovely poem!
J x
Bradene | March 4, 2009 - 16:05
It's been beautiful in Grantham today, I was in my conservatory earlier and the sun through the glass was really warm. Glad you like the little ditty. Val x
Nathan Bednarek | March 4, 2009 - 23:09
A short and sweet little poem! We, the abctonians, need a bit of cheering up sometimes and your poem does just that! ;-)
Again, a lovely poem. Well done.
Nathan x
threeleafshamrock | March 10, 2009 - 19:10
Lovely observation! A lot said in a few words! Very nice.
Chris