In My Garden: Verbena

By
Julia Nolan
Email: pnolan@ix.netcom.com

Perfume of Queens,
Is not as sweet,
As your fragrance there,
Wafting on air.

Tiny flowers,
Miniature bowers,
For the queens of pixies,
Wrapped in your light.

You bend toward the sun,
Sun plant; golden plant.
You smell of hope,
You feel of dreams.





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