Like the immortal throngs of a whispering amaryllis, she lingers as dripping bluebells singing a crocus, imperial song
She lives within abodes of grace blazing of gentle aster
Her living wisdom dances on azalea mountains
Her creative expansions climb meadows of empty canvases, painting them with amethystine pearls
She glows in dresses of mauve sunsets
Wisteria—cloaked in royal robes; an overarching expansion of soft floral
Wisteria—gentle, loving maiden