Roses
“It is summer,” said the fairy,
“Bring me tissue light and airy;
Bring me colors of the rarest,
Search the rainbow for the fairest
Seashell pink and sunny yellow,
Kingly crimson, deep and mellow …
Bring me diamonds, shining brightly
Where the morning dew lies lightly …
With an art no fay discloses
I am going to make some roses!”
—Mary F. Butts
May 18, 2011 at 2:52 pm
*smile*