A Lady’s Toilette
A Lady’s Toilette
Toilette of the Wild Rose
The sun awakes and the wild rose
Stirs in her verdant sheath,
Unfurls and warms her heart in the sun
And shakes the silk leaves beneath.
She washes her face in the cold crystal dew
And dries it on golden grass;
She smoothes each soft velvet petal
With the stream as her looking-glass.
Her breath dispels a sweet perfume
Over the delicate gown;
Her bosom wears a golden bee
Or a butterfly ‘till sundown.
She is unrivaled by hothouse blooms
And none of these others know
Her blushing, sweet, and quiet grace:
The charm of the wild rose.
Text: “Toilette of the Wild Rose.” © Handmaidens of the Shepherd, October 2007.
Photographs: Lady’s Toilette. Untitled. Primping. Yesteryear. Old Roses. © Handmaidens of the Shepherd, October 2007.
Friday, October 26, 2007