Rain-soaked earth,
drenched to capacity—
Golden sunrise, anticipating
Father’s Day—
Soothing wind rustles through
the trees—A soothing sound
in itself.
For a brief moment, one forgets
the world’s turmoil—
Because the emerald green
inlet exudes tranquility.
The pair of swans leisurely
floats down toward the
powder blue bay—not a
care in the world.
Birds are singing cheerfully now—
A magnificent symphony.
At night—the stars, clear and
bright
And the low crescent moon,
Queen of the sky.
How can one worry about
colliding oil tankers in the
Gulf—Iran, North Korea—
When the Heavens are quiet and
bright
One is grateful to be alive.
Vicki QuanWesthampton
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