Soft Mornings

Soft mornings quiet reflections Every stillness magnified Moving in the preoccupied air As branches liquid foliage Melts into the breathless Tinted luminous hues Mirroring the eternal stillness In the distance, across the pond Red roofs sit atop happy homes The watching pond reflects features As gentle men from another time Painting their solitary story Silent images captured forever Crisp mornings their wondrous moments Purr as cats lying still Even endless time is quiet In the stillness trees speak Singing the silence of a new morn.