Author Florence Ayscough Shady, shady, flower stamens a tangle; Flitting, flitting, bees, butterflies a cloud. Perch in solitude; body reluctant to move; Should guest come, what shall I do? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments