Hidden Blossom

A poem

Photo by Eugene Kuznetsov on Unsplash

Her beauty was ever present
Lilac tassels curved
And small sways
Even in a light soul wind

Her inner red compass
Showed a calm demeanour
No drama to be told
Even in the midst of frost dimes

Blissfully I accept her scent
Like lavender mixed
With the tangerine tight rope

Those stems that ooze
The milk dust
Not of today
But verbal passions
That faint and glide

A measure of her beauty
Written in the elegance of she

George Odarquaye Lamptey