In this Garden

In this garden arable,
Petunias rampant growing,
Empty, hardly bearable,
One patch of earth is showing.

Sew a flower tropical
In fertile soil uncovered.
Marvelous and topical,
This beauty rediscovered.

Breathy gusts toss narcissist
Heads, displaying their petals.
Withered seedlings coexist-
Not one among them settles.

Brave, defying gravity,
Brilliant petals now extend,
Furnishing a cavity.
Sweet fragrence will not offend.

Wise petunias acquiesce
To ask at last a pardon,
Save the name with politesse
Of the arable garden.

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Contest Prompt

The prompt used for this was originally nature, but another option was a personal experience. I feel the poem fits both of these categories.

Just for any who are interested, the Ae Freslighe uses a very strict format: seven syllables to a line, arranged in quartets, odd line numbers ending in a three-syllable word and even numbers in two-syllables, with the rhyming scheme ABAB CDCD etc. Thank you to Sandi_C for finding all this out!