afternoon solace

The tree, with its blossoms whisper to me.
Brushing my hair is the wind as i write down these lines.

The sheet flutters like the wings of the birds that fly across skies I cannot touch.

The sun is shy today,
not sharing its rays.

I welcome the soft breeze
glad for a respite form the heat.

I embrace the silence that the sounds of everyday can not stifle.

Quiet and solitude stay even as as I hear
a distant dog barking,
a motorcyle whirring,
and the leaves dancing.