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
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