You can always tell it’s Spring Time when Miss Violet comes to call.
She never comes in winter not even in the fall.
She doesn’t mind the old leaves that always share her bed.
She just needs a little space to rest her pretty head.
We never need some teacakes because she never comes for tea.
She just visits for a while spreading colors for us to see.
She spreads her lavenders, her purples, and whites among the lawn so green.
The patterns in the way she moves are lovely to be seen.
Her welcome never is worn out because her stay is short.
But when you see her in the yard you can’t be out of sorts.
So when I see Miss Violet she always makes me smile.
I’m only sad when I realize she’s here for just a while.
Not a great poet but I try Momma