HER GARDEN STORY

White has arrived from places and histories still unknown;
it followed thru one entire life, never leaving her alone.
Like tiny wisps of sunlit air or an angel's stilly breeze,
is this why daisy counts had a girl flee, not sneeze?

Grasping for many answers in each line of rolling verse,
she knows history is a flowering book you cannot rehearse.
Enlightenments must surely arrive, if patience is your friend;
only one conundrum remains, where will our garden story end?