Virgin White Poem by Geoff Warden

Upon crest of morning she came
and her deliverance
she had sent for my release
A heartwarming lass..virgin white
as her dance she began....
slowly the descent of her movement
touching all that would be found
branch by branch, limb for limb
as each kiss would find its' place
oh how I have longed for her
how the cries of night unfurl
with grace of heavens
upon every blade
every prayer has answer
every touch complete
finally she has arrived
and the ground is white as it should be.................


GJW....