january leaves and spring love - poetry collection

merry meadow

lilac calla lilies dot the dusty rose skyline,
idyllic rolling hills of lush green grasses
part in the wind, like rough fingers through sand.

dew drops of drizzling rain dance along the delicate blades of
fescue, casting warm honey pools of refracted sunset light.

if you laid in this meadow
your troubles would slips away
like whispers in the wind,
lost in turbulent gales of tomorrow.

fuzzy rays of sunlight dot your face,
as you feel lighter,
untroubled,
you alongside the world.