Were they inconvenient? (Day 493)

Were they inconvenient 

for you   those first violets’ 

     expressive faces peering 

at sun’s sharpening 

edge  a blade of steel 

     custom-made to sear 

          summer’s shuddering grass 

So easy to miss   grass   

when friendly gazes 

     beam from loamy grottoes 

among the newly green-grown 

     blades   prone to being tread upon 

So easy to miss them    singing 

     evanescent spring into being 

          while crackling July droughts 

gloat   thirst   to crush 

all this   ridiculous tenderness

to crush it like a snake 

     beneath a desert sky 

to crush it like an early violet 

     inconvenient as the truth   

          beneath unheeding hurry

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Monkey With Violets (1880s), Gabriel von Max, 

oil on canvas, via WikimediaCommons