Soul's Solace

Here is where my hurt heart 
finds rest:

       beneath emerald canopies 
       at the park

       where a pebbly pathway meanders 
       and widens

       into a circlet with a fountain refreshing, 
       gushing;

       softly splashing, a busy birdbath here, 
       a turtle pond there.

With such solace, light as a feather 
my soul is.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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