Away
from City Streets and Towns
Dawn comes tiptoeing through
the awakening shadows;
as darkness diminishes,
a symphony of sounds.
Their voices lift to greet it
and out of the woods deer
creep cautiously to the lakeside
to lap its refreshing water.
As morning passes into noon,
a quietness intermingles
with chirping of birds’ songs,
raining down from treetops.
It’s a place to escape
the harsh and restless sounds
in the city streets and towns.
Dawn comes tiptoeing through
the awakening shadows;
as darkness diminishes,
a symphony of sounds.
Their voices lift to greet it
and out of the woods deer
creep cautiously to the lakeside
to lap its refreshing water.
As morning passes into noon,
a quietness intermingles
with chirping of birds’ songs,
raining down from treetops.
It’s a place to escape
the harsh and restless sounds
in the city streets and towns.
John W. (Bill) Williams is a
retired language arts and children’s literature educator. He lives in Martin, GA, where he stays busy
with his art and poetry. He has been
published in a variety of venues.
Dear John, while reading your poem I feel the peace and quiet descend on me. I love it!
ReplyDeleteBest wishes,
Inge
ah, this is lovely
ReplyDeleteDear John,
ReplyDeleteI hope having your poem selected for this archive honor by our editor team means as much to you as it does for me. We have been travelling with words for a long time, my friend. Congratulations on your honor. May God go with you always!
Blessings,
Karen