A cove of golden sacred sand
Where children play and shorebirds land
Windswept trees from craggy limestone
Lovers cling to memories outgrown
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Trilliums bloom at spring’s quiet dawn
Forests alive with ancient birdsong
Crawl, then walk, through oak’s filtered light
Seek sun-filled glades, just out of sight
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Nightfall descends with a ghostly refrain
Echoing howls of unbearable pain
Restless dreams of a crimson sunrise
Waking again to crows’ haunting cries
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Yearning for comfort, togetherness, peace
Yet sinking each Sunday on tired old knees
Nearby are wild places to embrace a cold heart
Stand softly, arms open, a new life to chart
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We recently had a short getaway to Prince Edward County, and stayed in a peaceful place set in a field, far from others. The birdsong was incredible, and great horned owls hooted in the distance as we went to sleep. The days were full of rest,, reading, board games, and long walks.
One of these walks took us to Sandbanks – an park with perfect beaches. It’s a place that feels like the ocean every though the water is fresh. During the summer months this area is busy and overrun. When I was a kid we used to vacation here – I recall it being immensely fun, but also full of people. This time of year, in contrast, was quiet, and we were alone on the walks near the beach. It was a needed respite from the busyness of things.
The quiet time also allowed for reflection, some nostalgia, and for thinking about how to live a live with meaning, hope, love, and a live connected to nature. I wrote the poem, above, while we were away.
© Christopher M Buddle 2025
Nature's Reverie 