The Dear Flowers
Fairies among the leaves were happy.
Morning wind gently rocked them to and fro,
Upon the dewy grass, butterflies spread
their gay wings then flew
among the flowers to peep at them.
On a silvery mushroom little cakes of flower-dust sat
on a broad green leaf, the violets made a fairy meal, and
their drink was dew from the flowers’ bright leaves.
“How warm the sun grows!
I must hasten away to the shadows of the ferns.
The dear flowers heedless of sun or shower are left
in vain;
and this night
sad
can do nothing;
be brown
as a withered leaf,
left alone.
Suzanne Delaney
Found Poem
Flower Fables
Louisa May Alcott
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2018
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