Silent Skies.


This is an old one reworked.

All countryside now brown

plaid dressed,

in quiet comfort lies.


Time folds in upon itself

falls gentle on the mind.


Here silence steps

through noon-day skies,

where past and present

breath the hour.


And time flows undefined.


© sweetwater 2021
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Hi Sue – a good rework of a gently-mused musing! I am a bit edgy about the Time references folding inone place and flowing in another – the firest reference undermines the ultimate line somehow. Best. Mitch

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