Photograph © Anton Darius

this meadow at night

this meadow
sleeps
as i
walk through,
inhale
heady scent
of
wildflower’s
fragrant sigh,
unburdened
of
sunlight’s
heavy
weight

thickest
grass
relenting
exudes
viscous
drops
of
evening’s
dew
while
this meadow,
this night,
calls for
deserved
restful
eyes
closing

lingering
smoke
incense of
chopped
timber
and
embers
smouldering
in repose,
all
resolve
now spent
and
done

new trails
were
forged
through
thicketed
aspen,
faltered in
shadow,
delighted under
heaven’s
splendour,
laid bare,
raw
beneath
a luminous
starry
night

and
here now,
this
twilight
quiet
slumbers,
reflects in
faith
the next
call to
wander
in
meadows
uncharted

Barbara Barry

July 14, 2017