A Meadow Green
A Meadow Green
A meadow green, soul soothing, blades likes waving reeds,
Arrest your vision, a magnetic pull, a siren beckoning,
I step, now striding, with haste, an urgency swelling.
I stake my spot, recline and drift away, my spirit soaring!(P.S. It snowed again last night.)
Labels: poetry, springtime
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