There Is Pansies

TAKE these memories sweet scented,
Gathered while the morning dew
Drenched the silver of the cobwebs,
Heartsease, picked at dawn for you.

Yellow for the days of sunshine,
White for days of peace and rest,
Purple ones for feasts and high days,
Wine-red for the days love blest.

For myself, I keep the black ones,
Memories of grief and pain,
Keep them hidden lest their shadow
Fall across your heart again.