She stepped into the room
The floorboards of which were cold.
She could smell lavender about the place
Masking the aroma of damp mould.
Moss grew where it could
She searched for something to say.
She saw violets in pots on the windowsill
Lavender for a purple display.
The violets were staring through the glass
Beckoning the pansies to stand to attention.
A cream wedding in the church opposite
In the newspaper it did get a mention
.Mauve petals for a cream celebration
White ribbons trail down the stems
Butterflies perch in the heat on the mauve
Along with amethyst and purple gems.
Reflections from the stones
gleam in the midday sun.
Lavender and cream roses with ribbons
well it is better than none.