Ruby-eyed July

Seemingly red suits me.
Only its deeper tones seen
best in Papa Meilland roses
before petals are full-blown.
My colouring, neither dark nor light
just tending to adumbral.
A solitary, shady sort of lady,
tropical-tempered, apassionata prone.
And honed in a hybridized way
where lion meets dragon halfway
at birth, in ruby-eyed July.

Yes I can fly, high-most where skylarks
trill top notes. Over cornfields,
paper-edged with poppy and at the end
of ribboned strings, catching the wind.
You just have to let me go.

Carrie has given us this lady in red photo as prompt for today's' Sunday Muse #155