You might find Quiet gazing out
savoring a sunrise
lips upturned slightly
as she draws on frosted panes
You might find Quiet laughing
listening with her skin
offering soupçons of affection
when it’s least expected
Inside the heart of Quiet
a faint thunder rumbles
pregnant with adventure
as life sparks ripple out
I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees
from In the Seven Woods by William Butler Yeats
Restful and alive yet “quiet”.
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Thanks for stopping by, Robert.
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Quiet sneaks up on you 😉
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