A quiet morning, with work to do, but it’s a bit early…
Peace
Quiet moments late, winds falling still after rain…
The fun we have, as we dig into something new…
It’s all around us,
shining, blinding, beyond bright…
First war happens….
Set down, set aside, set in a pile…
Just a passing tick,
of a clock in its long day…
Sometimes you build,
an image in your mind,
of how things are supposed to go…
I don’t know what the first dream was,
but I hope it was a peaceful one…
It’s okay today,
the sun is shining bright now…
Daily Poets 