On this cold frosty morn My River is so still.
Nothing rushes.
Swans, ducks and geese slide serenely by
Powered by My River’s flow.
I walk by its side,
Staring at the white, that covers the greens
Of the trees and bushes alongside.
Walking silently,
Trying not to disturb the peace,
And the calm.
I am at peace with my world.
My Spirit flows with My River,
In the gentleness and calmness
That pervades my mind.
My River, My Spirit, My Mind,
All in harmony.
At peace with myself.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: May peace be with you all.
- Category: Reflection
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A peaceful write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
There is no better place to be than at peace with oneself and the image painted in this poem is one of peace indeed. Well done Andy
Thank you for your kind words soren.
Andy
Most welcome Andy have a great day
To both be at peace with myself and cool to cold would be good as I've just got through a thirty five degree C. day in early spring... Glad for you.
PS: thanks for Cleo, Andy.
Much appreciated Dave, thank you.
Andy
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