Flower Kingdom

"I am a King,

Or an Emperor rather, 

I wear crown-imperial

And prince's-feather;

Golden-rod is the sceptre

I wield and wag,

And a broad purple flag-


Waves for my flag.

Elder the pithy

With old-man and sage,

These are my councillors

Green in old age;

Lord-and-ladies in silence

Stand round me and wait,

While gay ragged-robin

Makes bows at my gate.

- Poem I am a King by Christina Georgina Rossetti 

My sister Courtney and I, reigning over our glorious kingdom of flowers, this past Labor Day Weekend in Michigan. 


Twist Me A Crown of Wind-Flowers

"Twist me a crown of wind-flowers;
that I may fly away 

To hear the singers at their song,
And players at their play.

Put on your crown of wind-flower:
But wither would you go?

Beyond the surging of the sea
and the storms that blow.

Alas! Your crown of wind-flowers
Can never make you fly: 

I twist them in a crown to-day,
And to-night they die."

- Twist Me a Crown
Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-94)