Serenity 2 (inspired by #SUNWip)


Subtle the morning sun 
Through falling autumn leaves,
Soft the winds gentle sorrow:
Tender touch on goose bumped skin,
Quiet the hush of tree enfolded glade,
Serene the pool in which I sank and bathed.
Yet the Forest held its breath, as I held mine,
The image of that anger in her eyes,
Calm before the storm.
In the distance thunder rumbled,
And dark clouds gathered.

© Greg Richards

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