Quiet

Quiet

By Steve

The still waters

Carefully and fully portray the trees

Not a leaf misplaced in the reflected image

The clouds are flat bottomed

As if on an imaginary floor

Thousands of feet above

The grass and the trees are green

But there is a subtle shift of hues

Punctuated by yellow but soon to be orange

The winds do not interrupt

But carry the eagles aloft

Soaring and swooping

While the geese flap from clearing to clearing

The mind senses the wind, the colors, the movement

But they do not disturb

Simply offering a path to peace and tranquility

That gives a respite from daily life