Sanctuary

This poem was inspired by the phrase

‘peace comes dropping slow’ from ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’

 by W.B.Yeats

A weeping willow hangs low,

 green umbrella of fronds. 

 Inside I stand alone, 

 enveloped, quiet, safe.

Shaded from the sun’s glow

A soft breeze rustles through.

My shoulders stiff as stone

I breathe deeply and sigh.

Peace comes dropping, slow.

Soothing life’s heavy weight,

For here I find solace.

Seeping warm through my soul.

My frail body below

This stately, ancient tree,

That calms the troubled mind

And sets my spirit free.

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