Night Hour
Sometimes we lose the way.
The cherry tree nods
to me in the breeze
of this midnight hour.
How can trees speak to the heart?
Even flowers, sky blown iris,
red-brick rose.
Shereen Abdallah ©
Sky Trees 2017

Poet, playwright, director and lover of words
Night Hour
Sometimes we lose the way.
The cherry tree nods
to me in the breeze
of this midnight hour.
How can trees speak to the heart?
Even flowers, sky blown iris,
red-brick rose.
Shereen Abdallah ©
Sky Trees 2017
