To My Quiet Place I Go, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

To My Quiet Place I Go

To My Quiet Place I Go

Diamond dust sits upon the sleeping grass,
Soon to be a sight of this morning’s past.
On the pond lies a thin layer of glass,
Like the sparkling dust it too will not last,
For I see the sun peering through the trees.
Its gentle warmth meeting my morning face.
As if in a game providing a tease,
Darting about as I walk to my place,
Where I go to find my internal peace.
I travel far in my very short walk.
Tensions burning inside soon to release.
So quiet I am not required to talk.
The only sound I am able to hear,
Is the rustling of leaves beneath my feet.
To my special spot I am getting near.
Isolated, there is no one to greet.
Sitting in deep silence I start to write,
A wild river of thoughts runs in my head,
Bringing on a smile so vividly bright.
Here it’d be wonderful to make my bed.
In nature’s stillness is such great reward,
Its scent of pure earthiness clears the mind.
Without bell or light offers such delight,
Does not portend of a dark daily grind.
Oh! So happy to accept its invite.

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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