Ambrosia
Mother Nature of Bohemian dreams
A taker of the wind to outward extremes
A lover of the passion and of the rage
A heretic looking for a war to wage
A rebel of the stillness of the quiet seas
Stirring the clouds as the sunmaster flees
Filling the air with lightning and fury
A scent of the wild tempest in a hurry
A prelude for the ambrosian air to follow
The divine sweetness of the skies of hallow
The pleasure of the soothing against the skin
A brushing from the breath of the seraphim
The subdued kingdom of the all unseen
A floating paradise above the green
Ambrosia in the air, the postlude of a storm
Rising from the mist of Mother Nature born
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Nelson D Reyes
5a“Ambrosia in the air, the postlude of a storm Rising from the mist of Mother Nature born” Exquisite! Thanks Robert. Like.
Robert L. Martin
5aThanx Nelson, for saying "exquisite." My arm is sore from patting myself on the back. I guess I'm on the way to becoming a "Poet champ." almost as good as your Poetry.
Nelson D Reyes
5aYou are the best. Thanks for the kind words as well. I find pleasure in every word you write.