 | Poems by a Little Girl |  |
PURPLE ASTERS
IT isn't alone the astersIn my garden,
It is the butterflies gleaming
Like crowns of kings and queens!
It isn't alone purple
And blue on the edge of purple,
It is what the sun does,
And the air moving clearly,
The petals moving and the wings,
In my queer little garden!
| Poems by a Little Girl | |