Lady Dressed in Red
Near the picket fence she stood; A brier green her throne. Beside the peeling posts of wood She found her summer home. Amidst the weeds, unruly grass She beamed in her attire. All who by her side would pass Her beauty would admire. 'Twas towards the close of spring Her regal gown unfurled. Arrayed in velvet fit for kings She smiled to the world. In the corner all alone, In glorious red adorned-- Into rosehood she had grown When I gazed at her that morn. With dignity and grace Above the ground she rose. Lovers' eyes would often trace Her firm, majestic pose. Her form would gently sway When blew the summer breeze; At times she hid away Beneath the shadow of the trees. Storms passed by her abode, And thunder shook the sky. Streams from the heavens flowed But bravely she stood by. When birds again did sing When all was past and done, Upon her brow raindrops would cling-- Diamonds glistening in the sun. On all who near her came Her fragrance she bestowed; Her sweetness reached the nearby lane, And wafted down the country road. Birds and bees and butterflies Her company would keep. The moon would guard her from the sky While the world was fast asleep. Weeks and months had come and gone, Now colder were the days; The autumn nights were long As summer slipped away. We soon would hear the blue jay's call; A different scent was in the air. The yellow leaves began to fall, And trees were left so bare. It was then I went to see The lady dressed in red. But she did not beckon me, For she sadly hung her head. Winter was her greatest fear; It seemed she tried to hide her face, For she did not want me near Lest I should witness her disgrace. She would lose her velvet gown So dearly loved by all. Instead of red it would be brown, To the ground it then would fall. Knowing soon she’d yield to sleep In winter's cold and strong embrace. I pledged to her I'd ever keep The memories of her beauty and grace. In silent grief she bowed her head, Yet with dignity she stood As she prepared her thorny bed Beside those old, white posts of wood.
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