Some days dark and green, I hide

Camouflaged in the garden.

Olives weigh the branches gray and brown,

And heavy, I, crouched down among the nightshades,

Wait to pounce and take my love by surprise.

And other days a blushing glow 

Pervades. I sit, and bloom,

Patiently wait for you to come

And bring your face so close

To my petals rosy,

And smell me, and see if you will

Read my poesy and 

Take me home with you?

-jenn