Ruby Dancers...

Ruby Dancers

Ruby Dancers, as I watch you

Twisting in the breeze,

Your tiny ballet slippers

Just a-kicking as they please!

Your fluttering jade-green tutus

Go a-flapping in the wind,

As up, up, up! then quite abrupt

You come spinning back again.

Oh, how you delight me

Bringing music to the air,

While gracefully adorning

The step, the stoop, the chair!

I love to wake summer mornings

To find your slippers cast about;

Ruby-dye bleeds onto my palms

As I...busily toss them out!

So now, the entire front-garden

Is paying homage to your beauty;

After all, when its Fuchsia dancing,

'Tis the Balletomane's chief duty!

 

c.2006 Rhonda S. Galizia All Rights Reserved.

published, 2004 The International WHO'S WHO IN POETRY, ILP

 

 

 

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