There's a quiet space
In the denseness of the mist
Where we find ourselves
And are lost.
All of the senses
sharp and alive
The singing of the mistle thrush
Rings across the hazel wood
Deep earth scented
A gentle spice
Of cinnamon and mace
The taste of rain
On my face
The feel of the rock
Under my feet
A foundation.
I know where I am
And I feel safe
#CoSopoetry