Spring opened
up her old wardrobe of the fusty-musty year,
The ball was
due, choice hard & she knew not what to wear,
She ran her
fingers over the fineries of hued rainbow blooms,
Textures &
colours to dance her into the warm nights of June.
Oh what to choose,
from an array that lay before her frosty eyes,
Pretty petaled
petticoats adorned with silken satiny butterflies,
Soft dresses &
leafy skirts, of emerald pea-green & filigreed frills,
Icing pinks, sunny
yellows, velvet reds, wind-wafting in lacy spills.
Dainty dancing
slippers in new sapped bark & hats of lupine blue,
Adorned by fallen
feathers & secured by clasps of diamond dew,
Gems & jewels
gifted, from ardent suitors of warm starry nights,
Missives of love
sewn into hems, sent by poets & love-lorn knights.
Of her preenings,
the midnight raven donated her loosened plumes,
To enable lady
spring to fly up high & welcome the equinox moons,
Undecided on what
to wear, she finally chose at once to wear it all,
And adorned in
all her finery, she flounced through her sunny halls.
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