| Nicole's Poetry Online |
| "Peace" |
| The field was home - My sanctuary in times of Anger, depair, torment - The place where I could sit and Talk to no one in particular. Where the rich green grass, Singing in the wind, Would soothe my emotions And allay my fears. Where I would listen to the Rustle of the blades as Clouds drifted lazily overhead - Taking many shapes to both Appease my imagination and Quiet my thoughts. Vivid purple and red wildflowers Filled the surrounding air with the sweet smell of serenity, Nodding their heads as if Welcoming me back. The lone weeping willow - The only acting guardian Of this unrestrained nirvana. I can still remember That sacred place - The smooth river rocks almost Shimmering in the full moon's light The silver creek rippling quietly Under the soft trailing branches of the willow All displayed impressionistically Before my eyes As I return for a fleeting moment A short glimpse of what used to be Once upon a time - When I was happy |