06/02/2024
Poem - Meanwhile...
Meanwhile, on a quiet Sunday morn,
A gentle dove rests, weathered and worn,
Upon a fence bathed in the morning sun,
Where shadows play and new day's begun.
Beyond the window, still and bright,
Tropical greens bathe in the light,
The tranquil scene, a painter's muse,
Through the kitchen, such peaceful views.
Leaves sway softly in the breeze,
Nature's whispers through the trees,
The world awakes with silent grace,
In this serene and sacred place.
Amidst the stillness, life goes on,
In the symphony of dawn,
Moments captured, fleeting yet clear,
A tranquil Sunday, warm and dear.
Haiku - Sunday Peace
Morning sunlit dove,
Quiet leaves in soft embrace,
Sunday peace unfolds.
Inspired by the company of a fellow poet and writer and surrounded by fellow creatives at the monthly meeting of the Knights & Dames of Rizal Maysa Ohana Chapter at Alejandros.- Sir Dr.h.c. Robert Kakalia
