Meadow Poem by Barry Middleton
Meadow
a greening meadow waits
and breathless yearns
for us to come to her
and rest in her touch
with furtive looks
to left and right
we seek her comfort
and she, being
a lover herself
will shyly laugh
as birds curiously
tip their heads
and a warm rush
of summer wind
takes us in its mystery
I feel the warm rush of summer wind take me into the mystery on this cold dark day Thank you Barry
Thank you Norah. Hopefully warmer days will soon come to your part of the world.
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4/26/2024 5:52:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful, heart-warming poem on the beauty of Nature.
Thank you Nosheen. Yes, that and more. For lovers are indeed another beautiful part of nature.