A New Poem
The Violet by Karen Meyer The forest awaits my visit As it always does. The path envelopes my quiet steps When I wander deep within. I wasn't looking for it But so happily was surprised. Deep in the ne t tles and thistles Grew a solitary violet. The little bud looked so full Of future promises. Happy to share its life With the lonely traveler. Would finding this treasure Portend some romantic adventure Or the joy known only to me In a needy moment.