Photo Credit Tommy Stone
hush now
don’t fear the dark
everything must sleep
every living thing
does the sky not tell you?
Do the shadows not close your eyes?
Let the sound of the water
sing a lullaby
let the soft breeze rock
your tired bones
all must nestle down and
curl around the earth
for warmth and peace
Oh gosh, after the clamor of cooking and clan today, the solace this beautiful poem promises is especially appealing. Just a few more pans to go, and I’ll be ready to yield.