I Breathe the Beauty of Quietude

I breathe the beauty of quietude: Solitary walks in parks or woods, Foliage brushing against one’s feet, Early morning sunshine through the trees, With bird calls punctuating the hush. I breathe the beauty of quietude, Of cloudless skies and placid waters, Of soft breeze blowing against one’s face Or whipping perfumes among the flow’rs Gently enough to not let them fall. I breathe the beauty of quietude, Of twilight steering the close of day, Of the stillness about to descend, The tranquility that the night brings-- Much needed rest for the weary soul. I breathe the beauty of quietude: The privacy that can be enjoyed While in the company of one’s thoughts, Unmoved by the world’s many demands To commune with oneself just for once. Among 3rd Place I Breathe Poetry Contest Sponsored by Ink Empress