Shuttered Skies.
The day is closing down,
grey shutters pulled across
noon-day skies.
Soft winds smile, as winter
rests her slumber’d eyes.
A lone leaf drifts, settles
content, upon this hour
where silence lies.
© sweetwater 2023
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The day is closing down,
grey shutters pulled across
noon-day skies.
Soft winds smile, as winter
rests her slumber’d eyes.
A lone leaf drifts, settles
content, upon this hour
where silence lies.
Really beautiful in the softness of the inner melody that speaks of total connection. A fav for me.
I think noon-day better
Alison x
Hi Alison so good to hear from you again. I have missed your submissions.
Thank you for such a lovely comment, I am very pleased you like it so much.
I had noonday with and without the dash and wasn’t sure which was correct so I am grateful for your opinion and have corrected now.
Thank you so much for nominating this poem, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. 🙂 Sue. Xxx