TODAY'S FLOWERS
AZALEAS
The trees have not yet greened themselves,
For it is early Spring,
So we're grateful that azaleas
Already start to sing.
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GRIEF!
The lady in blue is weeping. Let's imagine her distress.
The picture does not give us clues so we can only guess.
It would have been so easy to paint a ravaged face,
The eyes red-rimmed and blotchy, devoid of charm or grace.
The artist could have shown a mouth distorted and awry,
The lips grimacing in their grief, or opened in a cry.
The lines of the body are graceful, the blue of the dress is pale;
Everything is in keeping with a sad romantic tale.
But we are left in darkness, and we cannot discover
Whether she's lost a handkerchief or her one beloved lover!
*
The lady in blue is weeping. Let's imagine her distress.
The picture does not give us clues so we can only guess.
It would have been so easy to paint a ravaged face,
The eyes red-rimmed and blotchy, devoid of charm or grace.
The artist could have shown a mouth distorted and awry,
The lips grimacing in their grief, or opened in a cry.
The lines of the body are graceful, the blue of the dress is pale;
Everything is in keeping with a sad romantic tale.
But we are left in darkness, and we cannot discover
Whether she's lost a handkerchief or her one beloved lover!
*
