Meadow Breeze

I sit in soft, late day sun, atop the earthen
dam in the recurrent summer of my mind.
Looking down the brilliant green, gently
sloping hill, I face the prevailing breeze
that's drifted through the tops of the pines,
tickled the surface of the azure pond, and
is but a moment removed from it's dance
across the fragrant tops of vivid wild flowers.
How long, I ask myself, can paradise last?

Reviews

[Corset]

That is such a gorgeous poem that only that pic would do it justice, it's can last as long as spring is reborn in your heart. :P That is my favorite time of day, 500-7oo when the early evening slant touches everything with a golden liquid fire. Temperate and peaceful, throw my ashes here, lol.

[Kristina Moulaison]

This is pretty and flowing and peaceful with lovely phrasing.

[Brianna Brie]

Ah, there is nothing like nature to ask a question. Love you descriptive words.

[Cherrie Palmer]

This was a true sonnet

PS :) Never ask how long. Now ya got to knock on wood, through salt over your shoulder and find a four leaf clover.

[shythatway]

You have more depth than any other swine I know of. That is, I think the gnome is the one who really wrote this one. Just confess, already. ;)

Kidding aside. This was beautiful. The scenery. The descriptions. As for the question at the end. Paradise can last as long as you keep that summer in your mind. The memories are yours to keep.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you so much for your visit and your kind words dear friend. You encourage me.

[icelandicblue]

An imprint lasts forever; especially when it belongs to nature. I am loving your beautiful settings. Your poems make me want to sit beneath a tree and read. Just lovely...

[Creepy Swine Guy]

Thank you ma'am. I am often moved by Spring.