A late answer for Bjorn’s Monday night Quadrille prompt. I’m sorry for not being around in quite a while. I’ve been trying to concentrate on other things, (like that’s possible).
Solitude, my friend
It feels so good
You.re back again
In the bustle of
unceasing flow
The stillness here
Lends pause to know
Great presence
And great rest abound
Most richly where
A pause is found
My placid place
When worlds wind down
Poetry and Prose 