week 479 ~ there is a clear beauty in solitude
there is a clear beauty in solitude
moonlight on snow seen through an open door
tonight discovers it needs nothing more
than this peacefully quiet interlude
outside lies a world blanketed in white
muffling sounds holding them close to their source
no one breaks the shaken globe to enforce
schedule idly basking in fading light
pull poetry from dross hum unwritten
tunes give some lost good ideas room to strike
or do nothing if that’s what now feels like
the point is not how much can be stuffed in
reflection allows your compass to find
its own true north and perhaps peace of mind
Brought to mind…first snowfall when I was growing up…how we’d all listen for those muffled sounds…indicating school would be cancelled for the day.
slpmartin
January 19, 2018 at 2:46 pm