The Perfume Tree


The Perfume Tree

When I awoke the sun was turning the tree
Into an angel, a celebration  of white edges
The sun turned on my belly
The wind blew a little warm sigh
As if I cradled a happy child there

None of this can be undone
Even one part is sanctity.


Veronica Aldous 2017 All rights reserved


About Veronica Aldous

Writer and artist, Veronica is a lecturer is Fine Art and Creative Writing. Her first book of poems, 'Moon Cinema' is now available on Now there is also 'Mortal' her second book.
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