A Quiet Place
I drift
into this quiet place
the river silenced
by the shade of trees.
The Blue Heron
knows not of my presence,
a doe and fawn
sip warily,
a hawk waits
high in the pines.
Adrift
I find my quiet place
in the midst of theirs.
©7/16/2022
A QUIET PLACE Poetry Contest
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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