Stars poured over sky
like water over stones
arcing through banks of vast dark.
An owl calls softly
so as to not break
the spell of night.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife
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The Cheesesellers Wife 
This is so sweet and serene. I really like it
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I love the imagery of this poem.
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Thank you…
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beautiful
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Lovely
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Fabulous x
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Lovely imagery!
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Thank you Betty
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Though maybe more milk than water – though nice all the same.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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