A poem I've been thinking on since last spring....
Spring arrives shyly
embarrassed to be caught dressing
uncertain of the fancy gown
prepared for her party
thinking perhaps that people may laugh
if she does something wrong
takes a wrong step in the dance
allows a petticoat to show
a jewel to drop to the ground
her corsage to droop.
She's not done this before.
Older sisters have; they've given instruction
The blush fades
she takes a deep breath
She shakes out her locks
golden and green
Dons slippers of purple and white
a waistcoat of white and yellow-green
a gown of innumerable blossoms, delicately embroidered
a blazon of pinks to be-ribbon her hair
the belle of the ball
the blossoms fall to the ground.
and begins to prepare her younger sister.