The Darling Buds – Violet

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.