This poem first appeared here back in 2015. I frequently visit Spa Woods (the place referred to in the below poem), and always gain something slightly different from the experience.
K Morris - Poet
The path taken less often than I should,
This tranquil place through a nearby wood.
A spot with trees for walls
Where sunlight through the branches falls.
An oasis from the urban din
I find a quiet place within.
An inner space where the heart can be still,
A peaceful spot on this wooded hill.
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Published on March 11, 2020 06:50