No hurried turbulenceThere is no hurried turbulence here.
Serene she drifts, full sail propelled,
as spotlight sun displays her feathered finery.
The last warm days of Autumn
shadow toward winter’s chilly fingers,
but that is for tomorrow’s furrowed brow.
Be still and let beauty be its own reward.
Share this moment; a droplet of delight
in care-worn time,
a gentle ripple in the day.
1 comment:
Keith, For some reason, I have overlooked coming to your site. Or else I did and forgot about it. I never know with fibro-fog. LOL! I have always told you how much I love your poetry, so now I will tell you how much I love your photography. I love it...t-h-i-s m-u-c-h! Beautiful!
Lynn
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