softest stillness so unseen
takes the keenest mind to know
silence solace so serene
advantageous is to grow
once upon a silken mist
pasts imagination held
recognition’s full assist
into realness of private yield
now awaked of cruel cold
by no mention ever known
I in quietude enfold
whole acceptance softest sown.
~~~
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Very nice. I love the image in the last stanza, in particular the words, “I in quietude enfold’. Perfect imagery for Christmas Eve!
Thank you for your vivid, powerful use of imagery. Every stanza so beautiful. Certainly a gift to this reader. ~ Kathleen
sounds very nice!
I like it, too.
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