She brightens brick From -tested antiquity, To a rich framework, Whose shimmer Never actually dissipates. Those ruby earrings Dismantle blue hues. Like a scalpel, They dissect ocean waves. She’s a burgundy cup of coffee. Her heart runs vermillion, With a porcelain finish. She’s a Pacific Rose in the fall – Always freshly picked. She’s bright fruit in the summer. My Strawberry Princess. - William F. Pattee