Secret Spots

Peacock Poetry

There is a tranquil little oasis not far from where we live which I only discovered a year ago. It is beautiful at this time of the year as you can smell the wild garlic and here the vibrancy of new life. I rarely see another soul there – the perfect place to find solitude and serenity if only for a few moments.

Where no man goes

Wild garlic as I breathe

Along the woodland path

My thoughts and plans take leave

My arms cooled by the draught

Some need to sit on pillows

To chant, to levitate

But I’m here where the stream flows

It’s how I meditate

Sweet sonorous bird trills

My refuge, my repose

In walking I feel still

Through here where no man goes

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