Rhymes With Fuchsia

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Blogger's Silent Poetry Reading

for Grace's Poppies

Wild Asters

In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever little daisies
Always knew.

Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.

Sara Teasdale


  • Hello Lucia. I just responded to you on Slacktivist. I'm from Mass. too, (Hingham: Shabby Gentility, U.S.A.), though I live out West now.

    Hey, my wife knits a lot too:


    By Blogger Jeremy4031, at 4:16 PM  

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