All Alone and Flower Fables

pouring rooibos tea for no one but me. the high whistle would not be a sound if it was all alone. still, i set out three florid cups — to gratify Lily-Bell and Thistledown.* the fairies love the blue rose and butterfly inside my fine porcelain. later, I shall set aside the Flower Fables* and long stem conversation. i shake out the welcome mat with all its earthly problems and exact a calligraphic invitation. i lay down the sublime — it waits for your shoes teeny or otherwise and silver wings golden halo fairy dust. that’s you because i say so it’s been too long — even a day, without you! 3/16/2020 *Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott