In the city of Angels
high above the trees
I awoke one autumn morning
to the sound of buzzing bees.
My room was sweet with citrus scent
a tinge of Fall nipped chilled the air
and the sweep of sky above
held the deepest of my prayers.
Autumn morning flushed Fall colors
of a special blush–
and the blowing breeze caressed me
with a sudden rush.
In the city where the Angels
fly high and far below
in the fading warmth of autumn
I basked in God’s soft glow.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry
Sept 13, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Kira’s Art | Hollywood
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