Changing Skies Poem by Annie Adams Fields

Changing Skies



UPON the noontide's perfect blue
There sleeps a perfect cloud;
The lily's faultless form is hid
Within her leafy shroud.

The cloud lets fall her silver wing
And fades the perfect blue;
The lily's form betrays a fault --
Alas, love! art thou true?

Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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