Violets

Violets

The fragrance of modesty,
shy beneath green hearts
greets the walker along
this stony path, where stairs
hewn into moss and fairy rings
cling to the riven gash
of the gorge. Timid fawns
seek forage where
leaf litter provides
the camouflage of Youth,
invisible to Age stored
within the countless years
of roots cracking rocks,
these earth-bones giving refuge
to the elusive fragrance
of shyness.

© Kåre Enga

Author's note to self: [163.577]; written February 2007. A memory of Letchworth Park, New York. Original in blog entry: "Badges, Violets, 2 Rants-to-go"