Night Blossoms
NIGHT BLOSSOMS
Scents of blossoms fill the air,
fresh, pungent odors everywhere,
and as I slumber in my bed,
smells nourish senses in my head
Essence of crimson, colors sweet,
moonbeams golden at my feet,
with window open, there to dream,
enlightened of spring, or so it seems
Epiphanies of wondrous things,
bequeathed of God,
my soul doth sing…
Copyright © Tamara Hillman | Year Posted 2007
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