Heather

Brocades of shimmering silk, In ornate trays of sparklers, In manner that was timorous, she shone like a twinkler, as she meandered through the gather, as if minding even the feather, she almost transformed the weather, that was the power of heather, As she pouted her lips, her whites lightened the room as if camera flash, she smiled in dimples, that gorged her pink white cheeks, her clear eyes, went in for fleeting ,naughty peeks, made men after her intensely in seek, that was years ago, when heather had her first outing, now time had taken its toll, and heather was rather, after bearing life's full weather, she is nothing but a story often told, when buying vegetable, everybody picks the fresh and ignores the old.