Peace Returns

Welcome

Welcome— Sjarmstrong,

Poetry by MM Williams

, Kristin, Pauline, Jeevy, Olga, Marcello, Colette, Bill, Sanjayan, Andrew, Rob, and Larkowl.

We are so glad you’re here.

You’re invited to the next writing session. It will be on 12/2/22 at 11 am (EST). I look forward to writing together.

Thank you, Beth, Sharon, and Holly for showing up on Friday. It was a pleasure to host and write with you. I look forward to seeing you again.

Photo by Lukasz Szmigiel on Unsplash

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            Peace Returns 
 
My mind is on the run.
I feel tense— swallowed up
by my sentences. I turn the
corner, and the wind whispers 
in my ear— Listen.  

The stream roars
drowns out my commotion. 
My arms glide and float with 
each stride. The wind whispers
in my ear— Look. 

A hawk soars, an effortless
flight high above the tree line.  
My body softens. I lean in drift 
among the trail. My mind is like 
a pond with no ripples. 

Strength from the wind, 
calm from the water. 
Peace returns.