Ode to Quietude

A tight formation of geese

Smoothly snip-snip-snip-snip like tailors shears

Slicing through the airy fabric of the sky.

The aerial ballet rises slowly.

Sets of twins reflected on the mirror-lake.

A murder of scattering crows

Rip the air like a dozen children,

Boisterously cutting paper art.

Their crackling cacophony

Countered by the guttural squawk of a heron,

Cantankerously settling beneath a willow.

Calmness returns like a nestling red-wing blackbird

Perched in the cattails.

The ploonk of the sinker

Pierces the lake.

As the high-pitched whir of the reel playing out

Harmonizes with the bobber’s plop.

A bullseye forms of ever expanding rings.

The attention drifts along the pine scented breeze.

The golden sun, wearing the treetops like a lacy ballgown,

Eludes the silvery horns of the rising crescent moon.

Cool breezes slide over the skin

Like saxophone rifts at midnight.

Snuggled up in nature’s sweet blanket,

Sprinkle the soul with the blessings of

Peaceful moments of eternity.

Published by cewheeler

Writer/Artist:12 years in China – univ. lecturer: writing,poetry,culture; editor – magazine/newspaper & actor. 40 years students of the Tao. Traveler. Father. Read my books at: amazon.com/author/wheelerce

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