Be still and know that I am God. Psalm 46, 10
All is still this morn—
the pond outside my window
mirrors palm trees and mountains
sends ripples through this quiet time,
butterfly slashes blue sky
with gold flight,
two small wrens
attack a crow.
all is calm this gentle morn
This week’s Quadrille at dVerse, hosted by Grace, asks us to write a poem of exactly 44 words, exclusive of the title, using the word STILL.