The Heaths of Hardy
By Peter Fernandez
The heaths of Hardy breathe with
The soft winds of incessant fate.
Unforseen, tormenting circumstance
Can cause ordinary people to kill.
The timing is so often wrong.
What should have been joy, ends up as grief.
I see the moss, the trembling oak leaf,
The solitary man on the heath.
Copyright © Peter Fernandez
Peter Fernandez is a middle school English teacher from Florida, with a background in social work. He is married with a son, Nathan, and a whipador, Kaya. Peter is also a multi-instrumentalist jazz musician, and you can follow him on Facebook or YouTube under Peter Peace Musick.