Peace by the river

It has been three hours of light, softness and warmth
Looking over the calm river with slow minutes passing by.
Mouths and hands are coming and going
All are playing, smoking, drinking and being.
When one leaves another simply drifts in-
Nothing really changes here by the river.
Life passes simply and simply passes.
Here we find the peace that can touch us all,
An embrace that will catch you if ever you fall.

Jardin des Plantes

Hair blowing in soft breezes, I walk 

It is the first time in many months that I have felt this feeling

It pulses through my veins and fills my pores 

A tranquility that works its way deep to my core

This body of mine melts into the sands upon which I stand

Only serenity seems to remain

I watch as the world that surrounds me makes noise 

Yet only beautiful silence fills my ears

I become rippling water

The blooming flowers

The birds in the trees

Watching the world 

and letting it be

Spring's awakening

Light spills onto and over the whiteness of my page
Touching my left hand as if telling it to start working
An encouraging nudge to warm up the words as they are eager to escape

I can see the brightness of the day, the heat from the new sun
It is beckoning me, pulling me into his arms

I have all I need here
With the strong glow on my face
Serenity fills this place

There is something in the soft breeze
Of spring's first days
That allows all the hidden ventures to come back out and play