Restful

Time is never wastedwhen passed in tranquil places,the whisper of grass and,underfoot, rich sand.A breeze against our cheeks:we could stay for weeks,immovable against life’s worriesa force against nature’s hurries I wrote this poem for Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #123 over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. This week’s prompt was provided by Sally, who asks us toContinue reading “Restful”