Thursday, November 15, 2018

Where We Find It

     

I went to sit beside the sea

to quell the inner tides

and missed the oak leaves' fall,

the final layer on the ground

before the snows,


And now I find the peace

I sought on distant shores

in barer woods

and ringing geese

and even in the rain

freezing on brown fields,


I feel the calming of the hills

and know I should have stayed.