IN THE PLACE OF QUIET

Through screens

The quiet trees,
Occasional rain,
Soft as gauze.

The quiet dog,
Accommodating
Always.
The book I finish,

Digesting words

Before breakfast.

A daylong of nothing
B
ut serenity,
Nothing new 
And nothing old.


I
nside a comfort:
A
lmost cold enough
For a blanket,
Y
et warm enough for 
W
alking without sweater.


Outside, l
eading and following
Mae-Mae I wait .

She sniffs at yellow
G
oldenrod lining dark
Silvery raindropped
Pavement.

Bluebird (Oct. ‘17) adds, “So much tragedy makes one want to find quiet beauty wherever it can be found–on a rainy walk, sunny day, with book in hand.  I always enjoy the morning most of all, but when new news is another tragedy, it is hard to know what to do. The only thing I know is to find serenity–talk to a friend, be meditative, appreciative of what we have.  (Check out my FACEBOOK page for more of my writing.) 

 

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