Like big white and red eyes <br />opening under the skies <br />growing from a russet stalk <br />fragilely flowering <br />early in the new spring <br />when some people laugh and talk <br />they hardly ever see <br />your bright blooms hanging free <br />while chatting past they do walk.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anemone-balassi-stanza/
