Reunion with Poetic Muse

I am inspired by the spirit of where I am.  Thus, here you go:

The shushing breeze
Says to me
“Hush now, child.
Sit quietly.
Listen to
the rushing stream
Lulling you
Into a dream.”
I do sit
With carressing air.
The brisk touch carries
Away my cares.
The mist thickens
The blanket of night.
Yet I see plenty
With veiled sight.
My ears delight To avian calls
That announce through the shroud
“Goodnight to all.”

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