This pine-tree bower my prison

I hear the river,
I hear the clouds,
The dogs are barking,
The starry night drowns.

The moon hides
Beneath the trees.
Silence is perturbed
by the barking and the stream.

Yet I find solace on this chilly night
where echoing,thundering, barking sounds
bring me peace, peace of mind.
And while I do not sit under a lime-tree
let this pine tree be my prison
and inspire me to write about muses-
the ones that were,
the ones that are,
the ones that will be.

Reviews

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. ahhhh ... amen ... what a beautiful piece of peace ... incredibly poetic ...