Quiet Morning – My Weekly Poem 4/1/2021

Here is my poem for last week’s prompt, Meditation:

Quiet Morning

It was a quiet morning,
birds whispered as the sun rose.
Sun melted into white cloud sheets
as if to sleep in that day.

The world was barely stirring,
I closed eyes and cleared mind,
but still, nothing came.
No revelations or epiphanies,
no new thoughts or directions found.

But I was finally, as calm, as the morning.

Sunrise over the mountains
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Published by Vos - Poetry and Prose

IT Professional by day – Creative Muse by night

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