The Gift of Solitude
21st Century
I leap into the magical delight
Of new born Winter, half moon time and night,
When solitude unwanted fills the mind
With empty space for images I find;
And here is time unmeasured then to talk
To visitors from yesterday and walk
Through hazel woods and stones and moss and grass
And fern so deep green elegant I pass
In whispers lest the beads of light should fall
And scatter on the spider lace and all
The fragrance, sound and silence, of the place
Is full of deep enchantment and of grace.
DayPoems Poem No. 2279
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2279.html">The Gift of Solitude by William Brendan McPhillips</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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