I stood still in the
woodlands, observing.......
With quiet wings,
a dragonfly flew by,
and landed on
a small branch draped
with delicate spider webs.
I felt alone while standing
under the umbrella of
the live oak trees.
The woods
were quiet, and seemingly
void of any living thing.
Breaking the silence,
a small grey
squirrel scampered
up close to me.
One of the gentlest of all
birds is the Mourning Dove.
They were a pair, and I
watched them,
on this quiet morning,
in our cottage garden.
Sometimes,
peace and solitude are
needed. Nothing too much;
nothing wanting.
Have a wonderful day! Dee Dee
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