Take a Minute

swinging-hammock-backyard

Take a minute to enjoy
loving simple things around you.
Work can wait, let peace employ
all your senses. They’ll astound you
with the sights and sounds and scents
in the lap of nature when it
sets the pace for your events.
Take a minute.

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cc-by-nc-nd  Mary Boren, 2012

Public Domain Photo

Tranquility

silence

Secluded in a woodland glade,
the bunnies, fawns and squirrels stir
to mothers’ nudges.  Silently,
they stretch their legs and fluff their fur.

The muted hues of dawn exude
seclusion.  In a woodland glade,
no raucous horns intrude upon
the day’s impending promenade.

Along the misty river, birds
begin to fill the hush with tune.
Secluded in a woodland glade,
they celebrate til half past noon.

How often in the bustling world
assaulted by the noise we’ve made,
our spirits yearn for reverie,
secluded in a woodland glade.

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cc-by-nc-nd Mary Boren, 2011

The form is quatern.

Stillness in the Morning Air

sunrise

Close your eyes and feel the stillness,
stillness in the morning air.
Morning is for soft reflection —
light reflects without the glare.

In the glare of busy hours,
hours spent in toil and grind
grind to dust your mortal fullness,
fully binding bone and mind.

Mind the body. Sleep, awaken
through the wake of days before.
Soon, before today can claim you,
claim it for your heart and soar.

Soar above your active planning,
plans and thoughts aside, inhale
hailing blessings wrought in silence,
silently behind the veil.

Now, availed of inner hearing,
hear the robin, smell the rose.
Rise and face the day replenished.
Plenty clings to twilight’s close.

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cc-by-nc-nd  Mary Boren, 2011

(The form is known as a wreath.)