Bright pink flowers carpet
The golden trees.
Two stems plucked from their
Adorn the head of a sad fairy.
Two stems dropped
To the ground.
One on the dark causeway under the trees
One placed in a gutter,
To make an ugly thing beautiful.
Days slip by on tender tiptoes,
Alone, the sad fairy walked the route
Of lakeside splendor,
Stopping to gather
Two dead pink stems into her ashen hands,
Placed carefully between two snowy pages,
To keep the past touchable
Dead pink flowers carpet
Dead pink flowers fall
To this earth's floor,
Reminders of the sad fairy walking