Soft sounds on my window pane, <br /> Glimpses of silver streaks trickling down, <br /> Freshness of heaven opening up, <br /> Patters in puddles echoes its sound. <br /> <br /> Sweet smell of honeysuckle, <br /> Exuding fresh fragrance mixed with dew, <br /> Thirsty trees with famished buds, <br /> Stretching brown limbs bathed for our review. <br /> <br /> Glassy windows have a way <br /> of presenting impeccable scenes, <br /> Viewed from fluffy feather beds <br /> to bring sweet repose from restless dreams.<br /><br />Ethel K. Meyer-Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-repose/
