Peace
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The waves are audible
subtle & sweet are the birds —
a deer just grazed
& disappeared
The Cat Molly
didn’t mind
vacating my seat —
a black folding chair
at my grandparents’ wrought iron table
set out here
on this old deck
affording my enjoyment
of true tranquility
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
Your recent writing is beautifully nuanced. May all good things come your way.
Thank you SO MUCH AGAIN Chagall butt now Im dealing with a 92 year old who needled two of my tires at a dance Saturday night.
Get the f%^* out of here! For real? A spurned suitor? A drop-of-the-hat wanker? Jealous wife maybe… 😀
Spurned suitor who is an artist i was trying to help
This is lovely!
Thank you Lisa for reading and for your comment.
Spurned suitors are wanna-be spurting suitors, if you catch my drift
He had no chance at THAT role.
Come up and see my etchings…😄