Quiet~

Observing this world in its current hibernating state. It's peaceful and serene and doesn't fret... neither should I.

World, I envy you so,

Sleeping 'neath January snow,

Resting, breathing, as cold winds blow.

I recall the days you were awake...

When you were vibrant green,

Birds and flowers, grass and trees.

Then you grew sleepy, took your ease,

While I stand here and shake.

Now you can lie there, quiet,

While in my mind there is a riot.

The uproar, I must defy it!

Calm my thoughts as they quake.

Pray for turmoil to cease, flee,

Let what will... come to be.

Close my eyes and count to three.

You set a path that I should take.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013

Night~

(I was assisted in the writing of this poem by my little 8-year-old sister, Ella.)

In the west,

The sun sets,

And darkness claims the land.

The moon so pale,

The sky is veiled,

And night extends her inky hand.

Birds cease their call,

A sign of nightfall,

Tucking their heads 'neath a warm wing.

All is still,

Stars shine o'er the hill,

And near the pond the peepers sing.

Oh, how silent-

Oh, how lovely-

The robin in her nest.

Oh, how calm-

Oh, how peaceful-

The way night brings us rest.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011