The stillness of the lonely night;
Bows, to the
dazzling face of dawn;
Those reticent
stars no longer bright.
The stillness of
the lonely night;
Hides behind snowy
fluffs of light;
Clouds float like
bales of cotton drawn.
The stillness of
the lonely night
Bows, to the dazzling face of dawn.
Bows, to the dazzling face of dawn.
Engulfs neglected
shrubbery;
Behind my backroom
door;
On barbed wire
fence so motherly
Engulfs, neglected shrubbery;
It coils and runs beautifully
Welcoming sun about to soar.
Engulfs neglected
shrubbery;
Behind my backroom
door.
© Paterika Hengreaves
(December 17, 2016)
(December 17, 2016)
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