Peaceful drops filter through the air and
collect against the soft grass that
caresses your feet.
Warmth blows quietly through the branches of the oak at your back.
Words breath into life as this summer afternoon turns dark
as we slip into the world at our fingertips.
Something stirs the imagination
causing the heart to jump, and the pulse to race.
Peace comes only to be lifted again into
the passions that follow through to the last page.
And we close with a feeling of completion and
satisfaction.
Rest enters our still bodies. A calm soothing feeling
we seem to be all too willing to forgo
‘cause soon we stand and walk back into life
with the rush to deadlines and the lack of time
and we are the cause of the roses wilting in the yard.
Iris’s bloom and are forgotten,
the picture just a memory in the head.
And we wonder if we will ever get back
the time to sit, and enjoy.
Quiet, peaceful.
Relaxation at its finest.