Serenity
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There's a place I sometimes visit in my mind,
where skies steal the soft color of robins' eggs.
Breezes brush through golden sea oats and I find
soft, white sand dunes where I sit and cross my legs
to count multi-hued shells high tide left behind
and listen, as for food, a circling gull begs.
To the sounds of tumbling waves, I meditate,
assured this sense of peace I can recreate.
Finding solutions mandates vigilant thought
beyond noisy freeways and our cluttered lives.
In webs of our own complications we're fraught.
So when a moment of frustration arrives
and snared in the web of life's hassles you're caught,
transport to shores where serenity revives.
Close your eyes, imagination takes you there;
just visit your private place from anywhere.
February 4, 2019
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2019
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