01 December, 2016

Quiet Time

Morning is the place I go when
silence settles like the first snowflake
on the still green grass that breaks
its fall.

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

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