Sacred Woods Poem by Barry Middleton

in sacred woods there is a whispered voice
where I might closely listen to the wind

and with it comes a message to rejoice
for deep in its embrace the soul may mend

and filtered by the trees a hallowed light
casts golden spears and shadows to the earth

and every gleaming leaf reveals its might
where dryads trace the legacy of birth

it's long ago that I would lose myself
within that grove to ponder lessons there

recorded for my notebook on a shelf
beside the burdens that a man must bear

but when the seasons turn and darkness falls
my notebook yet accepts another rhyme

and I return for still the woodland calls
from cherished places not yet left to time