Forests are my safe sanctuary,
where among trees I find breathing space;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
Down green hued paths are bird songs merry,
each view, smell and sound I embrace;
forests are my safe sanctuary.
The wind flows over me fresh, cool and airy,
and I love the wildflowers like Queen Anne's lace;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
In nature all my sadness and grief I can just bury,
finding instead a portal to a magical place;
forests are my safe sanctuary.
I stop to rest and eat some wild raspberry,
noticing how the sky, clouds, and trees interlace;
I find refuge when I need to be solitary.
In time my soul and mind is no longer weary,
and I am left with nature's blessing and grace;
forests are my safe sanctuary,
I find refuge when I need to be solitary . . .
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August 14, 2022
Poetry/Villanelle/My Sanctuary
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1480-054-14
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Categories:
wild raspberry, introspection, nature,
Form: Villanelle
A Sacred Glimpse
Tall sleek blue grass covers the knoll
Sashaying down the slopes into a field
Where lavender orchids flourish in the sun
Midst the mating waltz of the dragonflies
Translucent azure skies are vibrantly charged
Every particle has a crisp snap of fragrance
Rocks sparkle from traces of liquefied crystal
Beside a stately oak donning a rambunctious hive
Wild raspberry vines crawl up an old trellis
Revealing a garden honed into the earth
The garden grew smaller bearing its identity
Providing a glimpse inside humanities heart
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010
Categories:
wild raspberry, garden,
Form: Free verse