Thursday, August 16, 2012

Little daisies white

Day Sixteen
(geesh, where is the month going???)

At evening when I go to bed

I see the stars shine overhead;
They are the little daisies white
That dot the meadow of the Night.

And often while I'm dreaming so,

Across the sky the Moon will go;
It is a lady, sweet and fair,
Who comes to gather daisies there.

For, when at morning I arise,

There's not a star left in the skies;
She's picked them all and dropped them down
Into the meadows of the town.

"Daisies" by Evaleen Stein


I am participating in The August Break 2012
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