Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: Perfume
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Bloom
The early blooms of wisteriaAre like fronds of fernBefore the flowers openAnd the quenching scent is releasedFrom my seat on the swingThe fringe of blossom is backAnd the evening breezeIs bringing fresh wavesOf perfume to meAfter the heat of the dayI know I shall remain hereFor some time Read.
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