Winter Walk Through Summer's Garden...

Sometimes I miss the perfect purple of plush petal’s tulle

Where winter wakens wishes in pulses bundled in wool

But beneath frozen bondage where the bluff of winter wails

The bud of summer slumbers until hallelujah hails

Sometimes I miss delphinium and blue corn-flower grins

While white on white kisses our bright red noses, cheeks and chins

And though Winter’s Painter spills wonder-worlds of grand design

Sometimes I miss the purple of lupine and columbine

Sometimes, while fully in love with what IS, I sense the knell

Even as I cradle IT close, the nearness of farewell

While torn between the white and green that seasoned tides annul

I miss the perfect purple of a flower two-thirds full

© Janet Martin