Poem of the day: a short one

White as an Indian Pipe
Red as a Cardinal Flower
Fabulous as a Moon at Noon
Febuary Hour

I don't know which is weirder, the fact that this poem doesn't really sound like Emily, or the fact that February is misspelled. Hmm... I honestly can't say if thats intentional or not. Maybe she meant for it to be left in? But in that case, what exactly does it signify? As for the poem itself, it seems atypical of Emily's normal poetry, except tweaked slightly. For instance, the whole Moon at Noon line doesn't make much sense, unless you're talking about the pale image that we sometimes see during the day. Which is definitely not fabulous. It's hard to pinpoint exactly what this poem is trying to say. All we know is that whatever it is, it is white, red, and fabulous. A Log Cabin Republicans rally? But seriously I have no idea. Post a comment if you know! Thats all for tonight -