The cup Of my solitude has been emptied Spilled out upon the world Bit by bit Lovingly With reverence I pour From the quiet of my heart To renew the well Once more
Today the birds are a little quieter I hear only one lonely quiet chirp Where just a few short weeks ago there was a loud chorus. Gone now are the speedways between our hummingbird feeder and our neighbors. The breeze is much too cool to sit for long without a sweater and the leaves now
How can I possibly sleep – When the night is so pristine? And all the incessant voices of the day Have now been cleansed from me How can I possibly sleep In this solitude … so serene When all I want is to bathe In the magic of this silent stream.
She walks with me Ever so quietly This poet’s heart That sets me free