Change
I walked the path to the open meadow
That has been there for so many years
A place to rest and sew new thoughts like stitches
But, everything seemed to have changed
The trees didn’t seem as tall
Colored flowers were scarce to be seen
The grass moved with the flowing breeze
But where was the dance I usually see?
There weren’t butterflies, only loneliness
I heard the birds warbling in the distance
I was sure they would be visiting soon
After sitting on the rock, under bright blue skies
In the blanket of warmth from the sunshine
I stood up to leave the golden meadow I knew so well
And I realized it is I who has changed
Heidi Sands
3/25/22
POTD 3/27/22
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2022
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