Where Blossoms Dance

Beyond rolling hills

That flow like waves

Are distant mountain peaks

Where blossoms dance

Along the banks

Of swiftly flowing creeks

Windsongs gently

Rustle trees

Sunlight warms

The upturned face

There, its iridescent

Morning sky

Like a clarion

Calls me to this place

This place, we shared

Just you and I

One early springtime morn

Bathed in its scented majesty

My soul became reborn

We walked along

A gravel path

And lolled

On grassy hills

Until tympanic clashes

Chased us past

Meandering rills

Shelter found, we cuddled

And played out the afternoon

We dined and watched

As raindrops fell

Like petals from the moon

And through the night

We marveled at

Its spellbinding effect 

No other night

Or day, for that, 

Had been

Any more perfect

This place, we shared

Just you and I

That day our love was sworn

And witnessed such

Mystic delight

My soul became reborn

By Sharon Cunningham

From: United States

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