The lace kitchen curtains,
blowing gently in the wind,
the dust settles on the sill.

It is ever so quiet and peaceful,
everything else is so still.

The wind blows against the curtains,
like a soft whisper,
I drift into thought.

It rests my mind,
it rests my soul,
life can take a toll.

Then the phone rings,
dinner needs to get done,
there's laundry to do,
to the store I must run.

Oh, but that wonderful quiet moment,
the wind gently blowing the curtains,
The warmth of the sun.

We must all take a minute or two each day,
to have this kind of fun.

Renee :)