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