Her Scent is of Gathered Flowers
The dawn of a celebrated morning greets her
Shallow winds blow
Her satin hair spins without hesitation
Wispy strands take flight on this illustrious day
Dwelling with frenzied daisies and benevolent sprites
Her scent is of gathered flowers
And the essence of fresh morning dew
Possessing a soul of merriment
Her countenance never fades
Lifting her kindred spirit to heavenly bodies
She blows worry to the distant, foreboding wind
Enveloped by crisp days of spring
Her soul reaches for the sparrow
Like a familiar blanket, she spreads
Graciousness our way
A cherished, effervescent life spills
Into the lapping water’s edge
Resting, her time counted sublime
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Author:
Katie B. (
Offline) - Published: December 26th, 2025 03:43
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Nicely written the poem weaves nature and a woman together in smell and other senses. A beautiful picture Katie nicely crafted this poem creates a feel of natural being. Lovely
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