Sweet Violets

SWEET VIOLETS

At my steps and in my soul
the sweet violets of early spring.
Nodding heads and waving hearts
in mass profusion what joy they bring.
---sigh---
Isn't that lovely? And Violet I do mean it.
But here's the dirt little Miss V.
consider well the source
Steer clear of the beds and borders

or your luck will run it's course.
Persnickety gardeners curse you
for your annual brigade.
You mind your P's and Q's
to make it in my shade.
---smile---

Come on now ...please be happy.

You have lots of room to roam.

We've known eachother all our lives.

You're welcome in my home.

- Elaine M. Vermette 2009

bet you didn't know I was a poet.....

T.C.B.
I stand at my closed window in quiet retreat,

(taking care of business)

Thankful for hot running water.

(Dirty glasses, forks and spoons)
Waiting patiently for the warm days and wild flowers,

(a stack of assorted dirty plates)

So I can throw open my window again.
(what the heLL was in this bowl?)

But take your sweet time February.

(that's what I get for hiding it in the fridge.)

I love you because you are today.

(water swirls down the drain glug, glug.)

And that is what I live for.

(pat my hands dry....sigh )

~Elaine Vermette 2009