The sky now quiet
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The field lay resting in the cool evening air,
Sleeping until spring’s awakening,
Quiet now the sky
With few birds flying, filling the air with song now muted.
A flock of geese rest near the pond
Accompanied by the music of small lapping waves,
With the occasional flight of a fish leaping,
With grace into the air.
Winter has its charms that warmer months do not have,
A time of mediation,
Slow walks that soak in the peace rising from the sleeping earth,
Healing slowly the weariness of life.
Each season has its gift,
Some easier to see than others,
But all offered freely
With no cost for those who have the eyes and heart to enjoy.