Gentleness



GENTLENESS

The gentler things of life appeal;

The web of silken thread,

The tracery of winter branches

Moving overhead.

The lisp of waves upon the sand,

When the air is mild;

The murmured breathing in the night

Of a little sleeping child.

I prefer the touch of a soothing hand

To a grip that's firm and strong;

And a mother's whispered lullaby 

Means more than a strident song.

Let us go gently through our days

Amid the noise  and strife,

For sanity and peace live here,

In the gentler things of life.

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AUTUMN IN A HOT CLIMATE

Not for us the glories of cold-climate Autumn!

Fallen leaves, scorched by summer's relentless heat,

Lie as brown paper, torn and discarded.

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