Purple
Each spring I fill a vase with lilacs,
Usually home to an inchworm or two
I find that I cower, awaiting an attack
Surprisingly, the little creatures never do
Usually home to an inchworm or two,
I anticipate the jump, the bite, the sting
Surprisingly, the little creatures never do
Still, I find the sweet purple flowers deceiving
I anticipate the jump, the bite, the sting
I find that I cower, awaiting an attack
The sweet purple flowers are deceiving
Yet each spring I fill a vase with lilacs
Copyright © Rebecca Veenstra | Year Posted 2022
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