You were on the discount table
Aconites, half price
Tiny corms hidden in brown mulch
in a plastic bag
You looked dead to the unknowing eye
but I knew the beauty held tight
in your brown body
waiting
I planted you
on the northeast side of the house
under the honeysuckle
Forgot about you hidden there
But on my daily walk of the garden
I filled with joy finding you
in the dappled shade
finding
your full price blooms