Echoes

florets close their lids.

stars wink

beneath the moon.

.

a doe 

calmly sleeps

under the cherry’s 

 bloom.

.

 pines

whisper hush,

 my heart’s 

 sigh for you.

.

Photo: Quince flower from my garden, like the poem, sappy and sweet.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017



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