A book is like a scented garden
A fragrant blossomed bower
An arbour rare, a secret meeting place
To curl up in, to dream and read
Its life, a theme in me that slowly opens out:
Grows the wisdom seeds within, it lightly sows;
Its pages set a wall around absorbing thought
A deeply planted garden, filled with flowers
Poem from a
Sequence:
A Rain of Booklight
Part 1 # 24
Part 1 # 24
© Judith Evans
Deverell, 2014
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