levantine

Floating roses conjure images lurid
Contrasting well with hidden night’s florid;
Thus sets the scenery to the orange scene
Where whispers whisk like a cold man’s shiver,
They’re flippant-- they float, challenge, and dream,
Landing softly, but invoking a soft quiver.
Ah, the effects, how they are lorded!
Roses and grapes were never so sordid.