At Peace
I went out on a summer’s evening
Alone, but not lonely in thought
For I was a lover of every oak tree
I was a bride by the twilight besot
And for a single golden blue hour
I was one with the vespertine breeze
For nothing in all of the earth or the air
Could keep me from feeling at peace.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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