Poetry 3

The campfire is burning
In the hazel wood grove
Singing yellow sparks
Into the silent night.
And from the moon
Comes a sliver light
Casting a midnight magic
On the dark world below.

'Ode to a blossom' by Ashlee Welch

Oh, blossom
You are so awesome.
So fair and sweet and mild.
The sunbeams shine
In the yard of thine
And make you strong and wild.

Poetry 2

My favourite time is night
When darkness and silence
Come together like lovers embracing
Their love ebbs and flows
While the world sleeps,
Dreaming of its vain salvation
Only to awake to a nightmare.
The lovers awake to the call
Of a bird in sunlight.
They know a peaceful morning.