The Summer Meadow

I miss morning dew drops, 

upon emerald blades,

in whimsical meadows.

Where the blue birds sing in sync

and warm, summer breezes,

caress my lonely skin.

 

My heart flutters

in the awe of nature's mystery.

Even though I favor the summer sun,

all seasons serve their fickled purposes.

 

Though in the warmth of a meadow,

my soul pauses in peace,

and I breathe in her beauty

where she bestows sweet bliss unto me.

 

For it's not everyday

I see the calm within the storm,

and I feel reborn.

 

In the summer meadow.

Reviews

[Ladysue]

breathtakingly beautiful... that last stanza and last line is just uplifting as is the whole piece...gorgeous work...

[poeticweaver]

Thank you Lady Sue! :) I appreciate the wonderful feedback, and I'm glad you enjoyed my poem! Take care, and I hope to be around a bit more. Laters. x

[poeticweaver]

It takes me to that green...sunny meadow...really I too miss it... lovely poem

[poeticweaver]

Thank you for stopping by, and I hope to read you heart and soul soon.

[Bare Bohemian]

I think I'll just lie here for a while and soak up the sun.

[poeticweaver]

You can come lie around here as much as you want, as long as you're telling the truth! :P Get it, lie here... Tell the truth... Heehee! Thanks for your lovely comment and your time.