Solitude
© R.L. “Bob” Duncan, Sr.
The southern breeze so softly plays
across the meadow green,
and brings to me the smell of hay
fresh cut in fields so clean.
The flowers in the fading night
welcome the light of dawn,
as darkness creeps from sight…
Another day is spawn!
The brilliant sun comes shinning through,
and warms the morning breeze…
Sparkling like tiny jewels of dew…
among the stately trees.
As nature loans its added charm,
A gentle little tease,
The sounds of birds I hear,
come drifting on the breeze.
Within the loving arms of Spring,
a peace that has no fear;
No human voice is heard,
The quiet, oh, so dear.
Mother Nature lingers there…
In a carefree, happy mood.
Enjoy the time you have…
With God in solitude!
