A Violet For Shiva
In a dim, desolate bog,
between the wavering shadows,
a violet shows its clear blue face
to the wan, desultory sun—
a sweet, pristine reminder
of perennial rotations—
rebirth, dissolution,
waxing from the waning;
all haunting and sublime.
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