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.