Here in the quiet stillness by Enid Elizabeth Sparks Here in the quiet stillness of this Sunday afternoon I linger for a while Wrapt in the warm sunshine Shades, as ever, Content. Here I can see the earth Move People sometimes, moving slowly Quiet in the hazy Greenlessness of winter Trees Still cold and bare Rooks Call ever louder and fly High, away. Some people, it seems Must surround themselves with things Worship the here-today Gone for tomorrows Meaninglessness and emptiness Wherever you look At shops, in houses, in the snow Quiet streets of this empty village. I sit In the quiet of this afternoon Giving the time of day Here and there And in the warmth of the winter sunshine I can find it in my heart to know and love You.