Scentless

And she ran
Frantically
Looking for
Those violets..

Where did they go?
Did the storm
Blow them away
Into oblivion

No, she thought
That cannot be
They weren't real enough
For the storm
To touch them

Where did they go?
Did the harsh sun
Dry them up
Into rumples

No, she thought
That cannot be
They weren't real enough
For the sun
To see them

Then she saw them
Those violets
There they were

They swung with the spring wind
Intoxicated
Yet holding on tight
To the shrub
That bore them