"And it means that you can keep the old house, cerise," she exclaimed, triumphantly, "and we can be together part of the year anyway!
"Sisters"
Kathleen Norris
I'd do anything in the world to help you, cerise!
"Sisters"
Kathleen Norris
Over a hut of rusty oil-cans, bougainvillia stretches its glowing branches, sometimes cerise, sometimes purple, or allamanders fill the air with a golden haze from their glowing search-lights, either hiding the huts altogether, or softening their details into picturesque ruins.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe