Temple Park Poem by Paul Reed

Temple Park



At it's edges
The green boughs wreathe,
At it's heart
Space for the soul to breathe,

An open sky above
For the gulls to wheel
Silence and freedom
To soften and heal;

All around an emptiness
In which to catch the breeze
To grant a moment
For the mind to ease,

And in the evening,
Under the cloak of dark
Peace settles her wings
Over Temple Park.

Temple Park
Tuesday, January 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
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