A quiet solitude, soft patterns of rain,
in a breeze tossed there and about
would I know the sounds would soothe
my soul in any moment of wonderment.
I do lay upon a silent morning when steady
the waters of a sweet melody and scents
olfactory carry my mind distant to my nearby
retirement, that seeks some cast upon peace.
Outside my porch I listen and watch
the morning birds gather their strength
feed upon such is a seed to bring delight
to the eye of a human yearning for love.
Could a tear be reconciled when memory
allow our hearts to feel splendor in song.
© Thom Amundsen 5/2021