Poetry — 07 February 2015

A poem by Chris Roe

Shafts of light
Through cathedral windows.
Dappled shade
Upon the leaves
Beneath my feet.
Bird song
In the branches above.

wood

In the distance
Hind and fawn
Cross the forest track.
The sweet fragrance of autumn
Fills the misty air.

A gentle breeze
Moving colours
To the forest floor.

So precious
Such beauty,

So hard to find
Such peaceful sanctuary.

 

Poem by Chris Roe from his collection “In Search of Silence” – www.silentflightpublications.co.uk

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