Violets, spied in a sea of deep grass,
Blossom in the sunny, cool green enmasse.
Their sole sojourn in dancing spring began.
Wrapped in amethyst they color the land.
With shades of shimmery splendor cast,
Violets whisper to us while they last!
Gayle Sweeney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/violets-8/
