Peace again

My fears are caught and tempered

Hung in the low fog over the valley

Dissipated into bark, hedgerows

And the substance of fresh air

Accompanied by warm memories,

Familiarity of fresh air from other places

Other homes

Birdsongs sooth

As a fading country view brings me back to peace again

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