Quietude

I love the hours of quietude

I spend on hilltops high,

To marvel at life's peacefulness

Beneath a bright blue sky,

Perhaps to spend an hour in thought

Sometimes a magic dream,

And listen to the sighing breeze

Within this wondrous scene.

Sometimes a special quietude

Beside life's restless sea,

To capture all the miracles

In quiet reverie,

The calm I feel within my soul

Such fascination rare,

Enchanted by the wonderment

I'm ever finding there.

All nature seems to fondly lend

A soft and tender touch,

The mystery of life so dear

That always means so much,

A country lane - a meadow vast -

One special interlude,

The happiness that is my own

In hours of quietude.

~ Garnett Ann Schultz