A New Breed
I poured my brain
Into the task at hand;
confident that I could
win the battle.
Violet propagation is no light task;
one needs the exact timing and pollens to create perfection.
Not being God is an, ‘iffy experience.
When her blooms were buxom and ripe;
I showered them with pollen.
Purple and white birth lavender;
I had no doubt of that;
but when she gave birth to,
the delicate offspring, I wondered…
where that yellow came from?
It appears that Violet,
has had an affair,
with Mr. Pansy.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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