A Meadow's Sanctuary Poem by Jim Sularz

A Meadow's Sanctuary



A Meadow’s Sanctuary
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)


A morning Meadow - tall, red-yellow speckled,
now, humbled low by the wind.

Conifer Sundials – mirrored shadows,
slowly stretching, dancing, and then diminishing -

along blurred edges of a lush, flowing Sea.

Feathered, high flying Eagles soar, circling small and wide,
against a blue, white pillowed sky.

… a Crow caws.

Nuzzled Prairie Dogs, with tethered tails, scamper for cover,
for danger spirals, just above.

Harvester Ants marching in tiny zigzagged columns,
tunnel an ever deepened Colony –

twisting around canvassed rocks and roots.

Lightning fast Dragonflies – thin tinsel winged airships,
darting, spinning, some kissing.

And white petite wild-flowers,
bobbing from Honey Bees, stand quivering.

Multi-colored Butterflies flutter, undecided,
and brown-helmeted Grasshoppers oddly peer -

like Praying Mantises, eager to leap.

Chirping Sparrows, with cocked tails,
sand-bath in a warm, thirsty, summer Sun.

And Cat-tails, bursting,
pierce through a sparsely wooded Island.

A distant thunder-clap,
and crawling, flat, anvil-headed Clouds –

slide down majestic, snow-capped mountaintops,
marking the hour, like clockwork, this time of year.

Dusk comes, bathed in a warm, orange-amber hue,
waxing and waning with a melting Sun.

A Red Fox stirs, finding at twilight’s gate,
fresh promising scents, for Her young.

And black masked Raccoons steal away,
through soft, cool moonlit grasses –

in a hushed, clown-like parade...

As I dwell in this Sanctuary of place and spirit,
beneath an infinite, star-painted canopy.

I know with certainty - of mind, heart and soul,
that when God’s rainbow palette had hardened and dried -

All were - Forever One.

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Jim Sularz

Jim Sularz

Minneapolis, Minnesota
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