Purple petunias
With deep purple stars
streaking out from the centers
cascaded from the planter.
I watered them before we left.
They were a gift from you
and I trimmed and deadheaded
and adjusted them so well,
To please you (and myself.)
On our return they were browned
and dried out.
But there was still some green
and I could not forget
or let go of its opulence
So I trimmed, deadheaded
and watered them again
Adjusting the stems.
They may never be the same
I know –
But they might recover and
give me second joy.