Wild Violets

With eighty days to go to the start, my day started with a 6.30 am Sufferfest turbo session, coffee in Costas afterwards, home to change and get Steve's porridge and his mothers breakfast, before lighting off to Arundel for a run in the park there, the route know to the inner set as; Up to the big tree and back!At the end I spend some time closely examining some of the tiny wild violets that have presented their exquisite little faces to the world.

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Wild Violets 

How can it possibly be?

That some people see

This pretty wild flower,

As something with power

To be a common garden pest

Has sensibility gone west?

Let’s get up close and muddy

And make serious study. 

Two pairs of purple wings

The daintiest of things

One pair reaches up to the sky,

The other spread asking why?

To the pretty apron between

On the mouth of this is seen

The most delicate minute

Teeny-weeny mouth so cute,

From which yellow and purple

Miniature stripes hurtle. 

Focus on the whole face now

And you will see just how,

With open arms to bless

To offer a fond caress,

And in the softest gaze

Signs back to you in praise

For your admiration

Of a spiritual creation. 

Shiny deep green leaves

Like medieval sleeves

Shaped like tiny hearts

As loving arrow darts

Cluster around collectively

To hold the flowers protectively.