The peace within

The days inside my head
are not the same as those outside
they don't contain the constant clatter of rain.

Inside, it's calm and quiet, that special peace
that falls just before dawn and
in the golden hour just after.

In there it's not hard to breathe
there are no tired limbs or
frustrations that create chaos. In there

the sun shines on a meadow
where an ice bucket and blanket wait,
a cool breeze the only concession
to winter allowed.