A Piece of Peace
Early morning when I awoke.
The minute that I awoke I was embraced with
an amazing feeling of peace that possessed my soul.
On this early morning, I laid next to my man
The man that I cherished nigh a golden grace.
I sighed as all things aided in my piece of peace.
The house was still.
Not even a squeaking door or a cracking floor
from anxious feet troubled the serenity of the house.
The scent of the magnolia blooms was sent to
me by the way of a summer breeze that trespassed
through my open window.
I stretched and sighed again to the songs of the South;
The crickets rubbing their hind legs.
The frogs croaking from a nearby creek.
The romantic melody of a Lark.
I then laid still;
Until the house got busy.
Until the road became a boisterous beast.
Until my man rolled over and kissed me sweetly.
copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake.
Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2017
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