A bird lived in me.
A flower traveled in my blood.
My heart was a violin.
I loved and didn’t love.
But sometimes I was loved.
I also was happy: about the spring, the hands together, what is happy.
I say man has to be!
Herein lies a bird, a flower, a violin.
Something beautiful for the mid-winter blues.
Orchid Room at Longwood Gardens, Kennett Square PA. Orchid Extravaganza begins January 25! Escape winter’s cold in our beautiful Conservatory.
Photo by Larry Albee — with Sue Stafford Hall and Francis Chen.
Ladies in Glass Slippers
Such a tizzy on the lawn
ere the crowning of the dawn,
as tiny feet on woodland lanes
twinkle soft with sweet refrains
…softer than the tulip’s chime
…sweeter than a rose’s clime
where fairest ladies in glass slippers
dance beneath the sky’s bright dippers.
Woebegone their frets and cares,
rescued by the prince of air,
sweet Cinderellas, all a blush,
splashing scent as petals brush
…fairer than a thousand rhymes
…brighter than the stars sublime
as fairest ladies in glass slippers
dance amid the sky’s bright dippers.
Nimble winds most wicked play
as violins and harps sashay–
windblown flowers all a bliss
delirious with midnight’s kiss.
Moon begins his bedward climb
as Dawn puts on her dress in time
to see her orchids in glass slippers
… whisked away by dashing dippers!
Written by ma belle
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