Mortimer Sackler

by | Aug 13, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Soft pink blooms, as if, for summer dressed.
Slight hint of fruit upon the breath.
How beauty seems to Nature wed…
To breath the lightly-scented air
God’s presence seeming everywhere.
Though unpretentious in your ways
You flower from crowning arch to base.
As if, it were, ordained to be
That all should once such splendour see…


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