![]() And dark withered fingers Fluttering, bibulous bits of shirred lace Like lime green tears Reach out to behold the new. With time they umbrella, robustly labyrinthed, Each saucy leaf slightly askew In cobble-webbed clumps of sporatic splender. Rare-bottomed cherubs, sunkissed, shoot heavenward Tipping with a rosey hue some soft-bosomed boughs, Lofty limbs fraught with pleasing, flouted notes, Crisp chirps and soft warblings. Benevolent winds teasingly rock and play Entertaining hour after hour ' Til balmy blasts toss their wraps on high Baring their silver linings. Wafting tantrummed-bumber-shoots, Furling and flickering, Flap their tandum tops sharply In the tangent summer air. By: Frances Jean Gildersleeve-Beaupre' |
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