It's my birthday today so I'm choosing something light and floaty and happy: a poem about balloons. There's a fanfare of colour in this poem that is just wonderful. Up, up, and away!
Les Ballons (The Balloons) - Oscar Wilde
Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons,
Drift like silken butterflies;
Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.
Now to the low leaves they cling,
Each with coy fantastic pose,
Each a petal of a rose
Straining at a gossamer string.
Then to the tall trees they climb,
Like thin globes of amethyst,
Wandering opals keeping tryst
With the rubies of the lime.