Victorian Roots
Across the yard, straight to the fence
stood a row of majestic trees,
fresh cut grass, layered below
cradled these majesties.
Each tree held the colors
of purples and blues,
A mystery of course
were the different hues.
Yet the fragrance would waft
through the trees by day,
and the shadows would fall
by the night's moon-rays.
~~~~~~~
With the morning dew
she entered the house,
many bouquets
in her hands.
She placed them
in glasses and vessels,
of course,
upon every table and nightstand.
Victorian homes
are for little girls
a playground with
many rooms.
Filled with crannies and nooks
and the smell of old books,
and lilacs for both
.... of their hands.
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2022
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