My Peace My peace is found on lonely mountain tops amid trails of pine and mud as soft breezes blow and forest mushrooms grow where I can take it slow. I draw in gentle breaths of air, leaving behind all worldly cares, wandering freely where'er I dare. In this sweet stillness great birds do glide, carrying not the worries of you nor me out among high trees that grow mossy. That is where my soul so longs to be. Hidden in paths both bright and murky are vast dreams sprouting poetry. The best advice that I could give is find that space that does deliver that burst of life in how you live her, no matter sun nor winter's shiver, and from it, draw strength there.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
Armor Against the Dawn
Armor Against The Dawn is D.L. Lang's 8th book, largely comprised of topical poetry written in response to current events, politics, and the experience of local protests.