A Meadow's Path Barely Trodden

"A Meadow's Path Barely Trodden"


I slowly walk through the meadow
on a skinny path barely trodden.
Cool breezes escape from the edge of a nearby wood.
Adding some warmth of morning light shimmering,
creating a speckled yellow-green canopy,
I inhale the beauty of the new day.

I can see in the distance purple mountain peaks.
A Spring sun on a soft blue background,
meanders behind and around scattered clouds,
as if teasing shredded cotton that escaped in the wind.

The meadow sings its floral melody in tune with chickadees.
I breathe in the green fragrance of waving grass.
My bare feet are tickled stepping on the morning dew.
I stop occasionally to admire
a myriad of perfumed hues growing short and tall.
Bees and butterflies and dragonflies create a dance.

A large stone only a few paces ahead
beckons me to sit and ponder the aesthetic scene.
I pause to reflect on memories
of this forest and meadow we once shared.

A one time past had stamped my mind's canvas
with painted images of you and me
trekking the forest and strolling the meadow.

Like witnessing the buck and doe
now standing at the edge of the clearing,
you and I will forever be connected to this scene.

As I walk back through the field
on a skinny path barely trodden,
I scatter petals like confetti in remembrance of us.
I leave behind me those images
and thoughts of purple mountain peaks
yet to be explored together.
I feel the coolness as I re-enter the woods.






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