Stillness in the garden
Quiet in the garden
The storm has left us
*
Here by the door
A breeze cautiously enters
Soft swirling mingling
*
Trees are still outside
The air is clean and
new-born
*
A little breeze sighs
Only I feel its presence
All else ignores it
*
The pebbles glisten
Silver white and earth-brown
Earth washed clean of dirt
*
The garden is fresh
Yellow sunlight softens trees
Evening air and restfulness.