As I lay awake listening to nature;
The breeze rustling the leaves,
Just moving them gently, producing a sound
So difficult to discern.
The blackbird singing to his partner
In melodies of wonder and awe;
Soon he sleeps leaving the stage
For the robin, whose wonderful song
Is always there at the end of the day.
Then all becomes still and quiet
Except for the gentle caress of the breeze.
Gently, so gently, a new sound is heard
Coming slowly towards me.
A sound of absolute intimacy,
Until at last, my eyes gently close.
And I fall to sleep,
To the sibilant sound of showers.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 22nd, 2026 01:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Peace is for all.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
So you've not fallen asleep lately - no showers? The grass is all parched here. Good write Gold.
I have slept but not very well in the heat, roll on winter. Thanks Orchi.
I'm just about to lose my mind with the heat stroke here, if only we would have some ☔ You have had some glorious weather in the UK but it comes with a price. 🌹
Thankyou Teddy. I just cannot stand the heat, as I say to people I start moaning when the temperature gets above 15 degrees.
Andy
You and me are the same 😁
Beautiful and most relaxing in images of nature. Well done Andy
Most kind and much appreciated soren, thank you.
Andy
My pleasure Andy
a most relaxing write my friend
Thank you Norman, much appreciated.
Andy
always welcome
Thank you for sharing so beautifully the experience cherished by many, perhaps, and a favourite of mine. Tis almost as good as the thing itself. Very lovely. Thank you again.
Thank you for your kind words CM, much appreciated.
Andy
That the way you cool off - you write these peaceful poems? Good for you, Andy.
However, if it all becomes too much, then please sit in front of a fan with as few clothes as you can manage, (depending on personal circumstances) and spray yourself with water.
Then when you have cooled down sufficiently, I'll have another poem, Please.
Thank you Dave, most kind.
I do sit in front of a fan with a water spray but the coffee shop do not like it when I strip off. LOL
Andy
Nah - you can do without prudish coffee shops in time of emergency.
You the vanguard of a new movement will revolutionise the imbibing of coffee on the High Street, Andy.
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