Quiescent
Oh, how I love a peaceful summer day
when trees are still, and fields of grass stand tall.
In tranquil air, the bird songs drift away-
in tunes so clear, I'm lulled with every call.
Oh, how I love the hush of Autumn time
when gold and rusty hues paint hills that flow
and stretch along old country roads- sublime
with sunny rays that spray a gentle glow.
Oh, how I love the winter wonderland
of snow that glistens in the morning sun.
The pure white sheen on hills and timberland-
in silent laze as icicles are spun.
Oh, how I love resurgence every spring;
the air exudes sweet scents of wakened earth.
The thrill of sprouting buds, birds on the wing-
gives solace in the wonder of rebirth.
Though all our seasons quickly come and go-
I always rest- quiescent in each show.
September 30, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: "Q" Contest, New Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: 10/04/2021
Prompt: #2. Quiescent
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2021
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