In Bloom
The wind passes like a powerful current
through my face surface; as a serpent
making love to the flowers, trees, deserts,
rivers, and ocean leaving them peak a thousand hertz.
All that's left is its exquisite scents in its pace.
Her lamp hangs over as bright as a campfire embrace;
So lovely to give me warmth to tame
And those who live to quench her flickering flame.
The beauty of my ageless soul in a meadow of gold.
So many episodes put into words and secrets it does hold.
2/24/2023
In Bloom Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2023
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