June
Dawn
A little housemaid aproned
In flower-sprigged dimity,
She wakens robins, meadowlarks,
The earliest honeybee.
Noon
A green scarf wound and knotted
About slim, sinuous hips,
She draws a crimson rose across
Provocative red lips.
Dusk
Gowned in larkspur-blue chiffon,
She fills a smoke-grey jar
With spice and petals, and then holds
A long spill to a star.
Night
Curves of loveliness revealed
By drapes of blowing tulle,
She kneels to kiss a shadow of
The moon's face in a pool.
~Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets
A poem is an extra long quote, I do believe.
Welcome to June with it's explosion of color.
I can't help just sharing flowers from my garden.
They are just amazing right now and
I am truly delighting in them.
A poem is an extra long quote, I do believe.
Welcome to June with it's explosion of color.
I can't help just sharing flowers from my garden.
They are just amazing right now and
I am truly delighting in them.
