Violets Poem by Michael Burch

Violets
by Michael R. Burch

Once, only once,
when the wind flicked your skirt
to an indiscreet height

and you laughed,
abruptly demure,
outblushing shocked violets:

suddenly,
I knew:
everything had changed.

Later, as you braided your hair
into long bluish plaits
the shadows empurpled

—the dragonflies'
last darting feints
dissolving mid-air—

we watched the sun's long glide
into evening,
knowing and unknowing...

O, how the illusions of love
await us in the commonplace
and rare

and haunt our small remainder of hours.