The warmth of lighted places rises vapors from the humidity where sleepers cuddled in the downy.
Bright dreams cushioned The nesting comforters.
They rise in festive arrays. . . to join Miisrael at the Songs in the Circle. Serenity has learned to fly; and plays the harp. --MIISRAEL WINNIESPOETRY LinensDownyNov2015Copyrighted.
