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Tag Archives: Peace
Haiku for Healing
I am wrapped in peaceNature’s embrace holds me tightand I become strongCopyright © 2025 Christine Bolton – Poetry for HealingAll Rights Reserved
Fill The Senses
Fill The Senses Between long shadowsand golden hues of late afternoon sunThe silent movement of gossamer wingsflutter in gentle breezesA sweet sound of birdsongechoing through treesSparkling diamonds of early morning dewcaught on a spider’s webA flapping of duck’s wings the only soundFull moon rising to complete a starry skyHooting of a distant owlMelodic sounds ofContinue reading “Fill The Senses”
Daily Haiku – Monday February 13, 2023
Senryu Silence is the peace My body and mind still craves Until I am free Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
At Peace – Poem of the Month – June 2022
At Peace With nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company I sit in silence Tendrils of light are streaming through the trees, captivating my imagination and inspiring my muse Losing myself in wonder I allow these moments to dream, ignoring what I think must be done When still, I understand the process NatureContinue reading “At Peace – Poem of the Month – June 2022”
Daily Haiku – Fri. November 12, 2021
Senryu At peace with myself I raise my arms to the sky Giving thanks to you Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Friday, July 23, 2021
Senryu Inner calm is found with a life of harmony forgiveness and peace Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved ©
Daily Haiku – Mon. May 17, 2021
Senryu Tomorrow beckons Time to let go of this day and find peace in sleep Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Daily Haiku – Tue. May 4, 2021
Senryu Finally peace found Silence is a welcome gift A time to reflect Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved
Dreams Are Free – Flash Fiction
Dreams Are Free She sat quietly in the small space she’d discovered on the top floor of her uncle’s house. A box room, probably meant for storage, but there was a chair, some old boxes of books and small window overlooking the lake. She was reflecting on recent events that had brought her here. The hectic comingsContinue reading “Dreams Are Free – Flash Fiction”