rogerinblueongray

rogerinblueongray

Apr 10, 2025

AT PEACE - a poem

 AT PEACE



The water is still

Gray like the sky

Mist hovers over the lake

Early anglers drift along

Osprey make the only ripples

A raven calls out

An unkindness takes to the wing  

For a short time

This is my world

Enjoying the quiet

The still silence

The sweet sounds of birds

I am at peace

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