January Morn Poem by william f park

Quietly, in early morning
As I sit reflecting, hearing the silence
Wondering what the day ahead will offer
If, like a flower will open and be full
The quietness overwhelms

Positioning my mind in the frame intended
Like a painting being aligned
Preparing for the day
Lighting shadows with beams of thought
A mystery, yet to unfold

Midmorning, susceptible to the hush
Being cold, overcast without
Naught disturbs the peace that is
Peaceful in the extreme
These moments, or hours are a joy

In the world of today
May all be as peaceful as now