in a dawn pink with
sunrise, swelling redbuds,
and clusters of apple blossoms,
a soul could find momentary
peace.
a south breeze brought the
scent of lilacs and sweet fennel
to tickle your nostrils,
filling your mind with solitary
peace.
silver poplars towered above,
their roots extending like giant claws,
robbing the rich soil of grass and
blocking the noonday sun for resting
peace.
to sit in the coolness of an
early spring night and watch
the shadows move in over the prairies,
you knew you were finally home -
home where your heart can sing.
home
where you can always find a tranquil
peace.
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