Nebulous Enigma

In testament to the sublime The lily of the valley Blooms aggressively with vigor And simplicity in my alley. The effusive, exquisite lilac In a kaleidoscope of delight Is the empress of my universe. She’s a fantastical sight. Then a ravenous, incognito slug Invadeds my moist oasis Planning to live in impervious bliss In desalinated places. Salt is a slug repellant So I get out the shaker And in a most splenetic rage I send him to his maker. A gelid, glacier-like winter In ricochet across the way Has tainted plants I though impervious A mass of them died yesterday. Now a zephyr breeze is blowing And spring aster is in bloom In an ecstasy of unity In my excessive garden room. A mass of tiny snowbells Raise faces to celestial sky. Ironic is their brave survival When so many exquisites die. With confidence, I garden And with hubris I will admit. As long as I have a place to dwell At no time will I quit. By: Joyce Johnson for PD's Secret contest