Peace. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

In my sauntering,
during the evening,
a calm surrounds me
as I hear,
the lilting music of the birds
and to my soul it endears.

If I listen very closely,
I can hear the soft whisperings
of the trees,
as the branches gather momentum,
in the evening breeze.

My heart feels so calm,
it is filled with enjoyment
as I take everything in.
The sky has turned violet blue,
but it still lets the twinkling stars win.

Everything has turned green now.
Long gone is the white of winter.
Sunshine from now on,
and it does not matter if the rain
causes the sun rays to be hindered.

Peace is in my heart.
Nothing will take it away.
Not lies. Not outside influence.
Not manipulations or cross words.
Not hate.
Peace is my being
And for you it is not too late.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .20240524