Like a Shawl


Morning hasn't wakened yet...
And I'm satisfied,
Leaving it to slumber still
As I rest inside
From sweet tranquility
That I woke to meet.
Outside it's so serene
Upon a city street-
One usually awake
By this time, for sure.
But to day is different-
There is less than more,
As I hear no cars outside...
Or motor-sounds
From lawns being cut,
Or leaves blown around,
Or dogs making noise,
Or someone's call.
It's peace that permeates
And warms me like a shawl.

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