Peace In Nature

High pitched screeching

Echoes in this lonely cave

No water, no fish

And the bakery's far away

Distant landscapes closing in

As this empty wanderer

Realizes total solitude

The birds greet him kindly

And the deer do not flee

Good judgement befalls him

No will-o-wisps in his adobe

Every sound is symphony

Dynns non-existent

All is available for the taking

Yet he is still very sparing

Many had known him

But not as a man

Maybe he's just visiting

There's nothing to fear here

Reviews

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

An almost twisted tongue guides the reader to reality and the force of nature herself "No will-o-wisps in his adobe" - an instant favorite!