Uncivil wars unending.
I need some peace.
Evacuate the building,
Start marching,
Escape the urban battleground,
Find the nearest green zone.
Open fields discover me.
Grassland, some wild,
Some like a mown carpet.
Blue sky, high clouds,
Distant hills.
Kestrel at a hover,
Grace with wings,
Sun burnishing its back.
Golden warmth on my face.
And then the sound of trees,
A shushing hushed whisper,
A million leaves in motion.
A sussuration,
Fills my ears.
At the margins, a pause.
Then slowly, through
The tall portal alders
And into the woods.
Fulgent sun dapples the canopy.
Rays leak through leaves,
Dripped gold
On the woodland floor.
Branches like open arms
Waving a welcome.
Trees in formation,
A hula troupe
Swaying in unison,
Distant traffic sounds
Murdered by the peace.
I see drilled woodpecker holes,
Nests unoccupied
Except for one
Squatted by blue tits.
I see cat walks and rat runs,
Hear birds I can’t name or place.
I smell fecund life
And pungent death all around me.
I see no other human being.
Here in the centre of the woods,
Just a few hundred yards
From other home fronts,
I find my peace on earth.

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