Quiet Places Poem by Paul Reed

In my garden
There are quiet places
That no-one else looks at
But I do.

No-one can enter the little places
But worms and bees and butterflies
They don't notice me
As I look.

I stand and soak up the peace
The nothingness in human terms
This space that exists nowhere else in the world
But here.

There are leaves
That shiver gently in the breeze
And which will be gone
In the autumn.

There are thorns
Guarding the rose
Sharp and menacing
But not to me.

I caress the unopened buds
The holders of the future
Tomorrow's hopes
All tightly held.

I can go to these places
At any time of night or day
Absorb the serenity
And free my mind.