Morning is the place I go when
silence settles like the first snowflake
on the still green grass that breaks
In the mind's eye I hear
its deafening fall,
a shroud of quiet surrounds me
and lends a sense of well-being.
In this moment the world is new,
there is no disturbance
to affect the delicate senses
of my mind.
Quiet time Is my third place; solitude is my home.
Copyright Denise A White