Peace is a Place..

Peace is a road leading to the place

where the green of winter is holding fast

against the browns of summer’s advance..

Peace is stepping on wood old as life

on a path damp and wet

and filled with colour, reflections and

the smell of nature in cycles

Peace is listening to the lapping water that

edges and amplifies the sounds

of birds settling all a-rustling on the banks

water whispering in droplets filled with promises

of a sunset once again....

Peace is the river and jetty where I find that

Life abound in the spurts of dogs running

Jumping, sniffling, finding joy in being...

and peace at a place where the distant sounds

of a world settling in snuggles me like a blanket

at a place where I find peace….


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