Sunday, April 12, 2009


Sitting quietly on a porch
rocking and reading,
the storm is yet miles away
like the hustle and bustle
of work.

I have escaped.
My mind is easy,
my soul peaceful.

Time hangs suspended~
moments glitter
like dew caught
in a spider’s web.

The gray sky is soft,
while the pale light
wraps around me like a quilt,
soothing the hurts,
comforting my soul.

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