By Virginia Alfieri of the Riverside Writers, Dunnville The violet peeked upon the dawnDew cloaked, she shyly smiledWhat is this place?Glistening soCool, with breezes soft I have been long planted‘Ere years, within this gardenMy purple raiment worn, yetWorshipping soWithin my days of blooming Yet now, my petals gently fallThey lie upon the grass so sweetWhat is this change I feel?Hastening…





