Shafts of light Through cathedral windows. Dappled shade Upon the leaves Beneath my feet. Bird song In the branches above. In the distance Hind and fawn Cross the forest track. The sweet fragrance of autumn Fills the misty air. A gentle breeze Moving colours To the forest floor. So precious Such beauty, So hard to find Such peaceful sanctuary.
The above poem is from
'In Search of Silence'
a collection of 45 poems © Chris Roe including 7 watercolour prints by his brother Paul
Published with permission of author
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