by Kevin T McEneaney
That gentle tapping of rain on the roof
in winter offers a sigh of relief
when landscape is a winter wonderland.
Creek burbles in mellifluous murmur,
humming to itself with gurgling, white foam
in enigmatic mystery of Time.
The falls roaring and endlessly flowing,
exfoliating a limitless sigh….
Roar of traffic on the main road has ceased
on this most quiet Christmas afternoon,
while raindrops glisten on green grass
and spider webs hang between two branches.
Blue-gray sky resembles a robe of fleece
while swift, surging creek whispers: peace, peace, peace…