Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Before Quiet

Before Quiet

 by Hazel Hall

I will think of water-lilies

Growing in a darkened pool,

And my breath shall move like water,

And my hands be limp and cool.


It shall be as though I waited

In a wooden place alone;

I will learn the peace of lilies

And will take it for my own.


If a twinge of thought, if yearning

Come like wind into this place,

I will bear it like the shadow

Of a leaf across my face.


JiEL said...

What a beautiful landscape….

Dave R said...

Oh, my, you found one of the long, lost Von Trapps!!