A Quiet Sunday
The streets breathe
slow and deep
tree branches sway
in the humming heat
A quiet Sunday
a balm for all our souls
Some toil in the garden
some wander up the hill
on the edge of town
the view from here
is a kiss from God
A quiet Sunday
a balm for all our souls...
Tom
Tue 21st May 2024 11:50
Thank you Keith, Rose, Stephen & Stephen for the generous and encouraging comments.
I've been very short on poetic inspiration in 2024, so this month I've been forcing myself to write a poem every day without fail. I wrote this one sitting in my car outside the supermarket on a very peaceful Sunday in Sheffield. I quite liked it, so thought I'd share...
Thanks also to John, Tom, Hugh, Blackrose, Larisa, Holden, Auracle and Patricia for reading & the 'likes' 😃