Moments,
saved from
Nature’s tapestry,
woven in hues
of greens and blues….
Spun gold overcoats
and gossamer wings,
a thousand kisses
left on velvet blush
as the wind sings..
Embrace perfection
with tenderness,
cradled in your arms
it thrives, sublime!
Moments,
stolen unawares,
like precious gems,
seashells on the sand,
kept in heart’s
book of days,
and treasured
beyond measure.
How happy we,
the bee and me!
Cheryl P
copyright words and images
2018
Dreaming Reality 
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