Poetry
Sanctuary
Shafts of light
Through cathedral windows.
Dappled shade
Upon the leaves
Beneath my feet.
Bird song
In the branches above.
In the distance
Hind and fawn
Cross the forest track.
The sweet fragrance of autumn
Fills the misty air.
A gentle breeze
Moving colours
To the forest floor.
So precious
Such beauty,
So hard to find
Such peaceful sanctuary.
*The above poem is from my self-published collection of work, entitled In Search of Silence more details of which can be seen on my website at www.silentflightpublications.co.uk
About the Author
Chris Roe was born in the rural county of Norfolk, England, in 1948, where he has lived and worked for much of his life. Most of Chris’s working career has been spent within the agricultural industry. His love of nature and the peace and tranquility of rural England is very much reflected in many of his poems. You can see more work by Chris on his website at www.silentflightpublications.co.uk
