Winter creeps slowly quietly into Spring
Threshes and Finches chirp mercilessly
Not understanding my need for silence
To concentrate on the wind’s song
Winter creeps slowly quietly into Spring
Threshes and Finches chirp mercilessly
Not understanding my need for silence
To concentrate on the wind’s song
As it tosses the palm fronds to and fore
But begrudge them I do not
Nor do I begrudge the squirrels
Determined though they may be
To empty the feeder I just filled
They look at me composing pen in hand so inquisitive
Scents now rise from the gardens
Rose Perfume mixes with Society Garlic
Spring Onions over power
Yet Lavender wins out
Light dips behind a welcoming cloud
And a gentle rain refreshes the thirsty parched earth
Now I know and feel the Peace
God’s hand at work crafting
Light and Beauty out of cold death
White becoming an array of colors
Silence a harmony of beautiful notes
Transforming all who take time
To Stop, Listen, and Behold!
© Milancie Adams Feb 2012
Hammock Corridors (™)
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