Hide In The Wildwood Poem by Barry Middleton

I hid in the wildwood
I found sanctuary there
the world turned
the wind blew
falling leaves buried my fear
and the seasons passed

the trees were like lovers
growing slowly
and stolid as the rocks
changing little with time
they returned to the earth
at the end of the cycle

the woodland was the silence
before pain and grief intruded
a place where water flowed
where no voice cried out
a place without doubt
a place without betrayal