there is always an uneasy truce
between
small black cats who
love flowers almost as much
as making closed doors open
and our larger dreams of rich blossoms
and unshattered pottery
watch
wait
black cats with patience
smokelike
emerging triumphant
curled behind the locked
door in a pot
of african violets
Violet – Watchfulness
Every May (and sometimes into June), I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.
For more watchfulness (or lack of watchfulness), my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 