Connie Yost (5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)
With extra fine edges of indigo ink,
The rose had been painted bright strawberry pink.
Airily moves through the garden with ease,
Zapping the flowers with white frosty-freeze.
Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013
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