Winter's Meadow Poem by Shirley Harrison

Winter's Meadow
I cannot bring you back
from death my love

even though my dreams
are haunted
by the very vision of you

painting you there
is all I can do

awaking with a shaking body
mind so tired of your absence

alas…

dreams of who we once were
dreams filled by proclaimed honor

even though,
we can no longer physically touch

I wonder if someday
in the afterlife perhaps
we will reunite?

in this…
the winter meadow of ours.