Heaven Scent

Peacock Poetry

My Dad has felt really present this last week. On Friday I dreamt that I danced with him and at the end of the dream I saw and heard a strong message that pink and orange roses were his way of connecting with me. Of course, ever since this dream all I can do is notice pink and orange roses everywhere. And they are particularly incredible. Just like my Dad. And I get it.

Divine Blooms

Inhale the petals scented

Of roses peach and pink

These gifts of awe invented

your daily cares to shrink

Embellished by the jewels

of raindrops fresh and pure

Inhale your soul’s renewal

Do less and savour more

Uplift your weary aura

Revive your murky mood

Their soft sweet leaves our curers

Their buds with hope imbued

Yes when your soul’s been dented

and love feels out of each

Inhale the petals scented

Of roses…

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