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….