The Garden

 

The violets speak softly to me,

They whisper to remember who came before,

 

The tiger-lilies interrogate me,

They say that spring pastures are no more,

 

The violet flowers inspire me to see my powers pure,

With the gifts that Venus pours my beauty will adorn,

 

The tiger-lilies scratch and chase me,

They say my will is cracked and torn,

 

The violets will amaze me and lead me to the North,

They say my perfect path is forged and I quickly must push forth,

 

The tiger-lilies spit they hate me,

They pray my path is treacherous and warped,

 

The violets breathe serenity into my veins and pores,

Their vitality invigorates me so anxiety evades the shores,

 

The tiger-lilies wish I met an untimely end,

But the orange flowers’ spells are broken and I’m finally on the mend,

 

The violets join the roses,

My beckoning soul finds solace.