Morning to evening; half a day lost,
staring out the window apone a green meadow.
I wanted to know just one true thing
about my very own soul,
but left in thought and now -
2-inchs of snow lay
on that once green meadow.
Where did I go? How long did I
seek out for you?, who would never leave me,
my very own witness, my here.
YOU ARE READING
Meadow, My Here
PoetryPoem Number 1 This poet invented a new word for my poem "my withness" meaning a person who is always with you.
