Sleep, the celandine will hold you,
the stars will light your roof,
day-warmed air enfold you,
from night chills dreams will proof.
Rest to sounds of creatures
spawning with the dark,
wake to birds joy-filled chatter
and morning lights subtle mark.
Sleep, honeysuckle will engulf you,
the satin moon blanket your bed,
purple heathers scent your pillow,
and, glistening grass around your head
tremble, with the touch of breezes
wiping cares from your furrowed brow.
Whilst mottled owls sing their lullaby
all troubles to disavow.

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Cuttlebone and Cobwebs
PoetryThe beauty of everything from in the land sea and sky from Cuttlebones to Cobwebs