A quite time for the simple things
the raging wind, a butterfly's wings.
The light that falls upon her face
the secret traquility of this place.
Something in the air that day
made her want to sit and stay
to watch the moments of her life
reflected in the morning light.
A tree so tall it touched the sky
the dancing lights within her eye
watch quietly the squirrels at play
reminded of a peaceful day
when she had walked along the path
continued walking, looking back,
and she had found a part of soul
that once again had made her whole.
Author notes
Picture prompt... she just looked to content to me.
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Comments
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I like this. I like that you think she looked content, too. Great rhyme. Thanks for sharing this and thanks for entering the contest. Best wishes. Take care.
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this works
I like how you wrote about the pic. well done.
quite time for the simple things
the raging wind, a butterfly's wings.
The light that falls upon her face
the secret traquility of this place.
I think this stanza is the best.
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