Grice Bay, Tofino
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I walked once
in a white and wintery woods,
the branches arching o'er
as if in prayer,
as if a hidden sepulchre
we shared,
and I found a measure of peace
while I was there.
White Crow cawed once
as if in sad adieu,
looked long into my eyes
and then he flew.
I watched him go, a mix
of awe and rue.
What message he imparted,
I never knew.
It's to the trees I go
when I need rest.
My spirit sore,
make of their peace a nest;
tucked in my heart,
I go my way, thrice blessed.
It's to the trees I go,
when I need rest.
"the branches arching o'er
ReplyDeleteas if in prayer,
as if a hidden sepulchre
we shared"
And I love the comfortable rhyme throughout. So very Robert Frost.
I felt as if I were meditating whilst reading your beautiful poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
There definitely is peace to be achieved...among the trees.
ReplyDeleteI am so thankful you have your place of peace. Beautifully written
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