Tranquility and Peace

I wake (or did I ?) to a gentle breeze from an open window and all is peace this morning in my world except for the singing birds I stretch and snuggle for a few more winks then, sighing . . . I get up and wash and put on my favorite tattered jeans to go for a walk to town . . . the sky is pastel blue as I leave my heritage building and crossing the street I pass a grey stoned church at the corner store I buy a newspaper . . . soon, I am sipping sweet coffee and munching an apple fritter then, I walk to the library where I get lost in the thousands of books for hours it seems and picking several to take home I make my backpack too full as a breezy wind blows me down the street . . . past the grey stoned church and to the door of my heritage home_ ________________________ September 26, 2012 Poetry/Free Verse/Tranquility and Peace Copyright Protected, ID 09/26/2012 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, In Dreams sponsor, Francine Roberts, NA, Judged 10/17/2012