Tranquility

Here is another of my poems that I wrote in my poetry days.  Perhaps I could rename it "Reminisce" because that is what I do when I recall the day that I wrote it.  At that time I called it simply:

                                        Tranquility

The ultimate serenity

A quiet evening stroll

Where the heart finds it haven

On a quiet country knoll.

In my dreams I often wander

Where time and life stand still

Pausing neath the tree top

Where sings the whippoorwill.

Through the quiet of the evening

Into the stillness of the night

Fanning feathers softly utter

The sound of the owl in flight

A hovering pair of nighthawks

Their silent wings unfurled

Gliding slowly o’er this portrait

Of an enchanted wonder world.

The aura of the meadow

Of fresh daisies doth proclaim

A wild fragrance none can capture

A sweet perfume none can tame.

With the sigh of an evening zephyr

The angels softly speak

Touching softly as they linger

Like silk upon my cheek.

In the breeze, the trees are swaying

With their branches gently bent

Mother Nature rocking calmly

In her armchair, so content.

In peaceful quiet rapture

My soul perceives its haven

This Paradise, this Eden

God has so freely given!