My Bower

My place of solace

Ancient trees, shedding autumn leaves

Gracefully floating on the gentle breeze

Lightly laying on the forest floor

A beautiful canvas of hues it weaves

 

Birds perched, on ancient limbs

Singing to God, their melodic hymns

Soothing my despondent soul

Putting at ease all my whims

 

In this forest, lies my bower

Encompassed with beautiful flowers

My solace, in my despondency

This my place, in this hour 

Reviews

[jonah]

Ah what a powerful silence, Stephen. I love the nature of this poem, so gentle, not interested in taking the rush of worlds and cities. the flow is lovely. impressive piece

[Cindy Marietta]

Really loved this poem! The rhyme scheme is good and you used great imagery. Great job!

[Stephen]

Thanks for the review! I really appreciate you taking the time to read it and to give your appriasal.

[blue cave]

the stillness is palpable...
time stopped
nice

[Stephen]

Thanks for the review!! Thanks for taking the time to read it.

[Mr. Box]

I love this poem. This poem successfully delivers its message and I can feel the feeling of happiness after I read this, especially for the last paragraph.

[Stephen]

Thanks. I was in a good mood that night, as you can tell the difference between this poem and some of my other darker ones

[Mr. Box]

That's good, good mood is contagious to other people.