A Quiet Hour
In a quiet hour when the flowers flow
Unfurl in rain weather stains the ground with ink
So late night blue the chimney flue fills with smoke
Sunset blinks the day away as falling bouquets
Of incense violet and lowering lights glower
When the flowers flow in a quiet hour
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Written on 2026-01-26 at 23:14
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