Bouquet for AEMelia

To weave the strands of light and shade
and read on and be amazed
human emotions and frailties played
worlds arboreal and the meadow glade

Nurture that is middle earth
the grail that is bestowed on us
wild flower or a cultivar
words flow from this nectar bower

Long shadows insights cleave
the exclamation of returning reads
awaken thoughts for my mind to sieve
AEMelia 564 a lot to give

priestess of my hearts content
words like balm nothing to resent
a glowing torch of pros unfold
a warming fire in the bitter cold