Meadow

Meadow Breezes ripple through the grasses bodyand depth. A breathing soft mass of seeded heads wave en-mass. Multitudes of bent heads gaze around, Inhaled and softly released as one. Meadow flowers nod in small shapes, Stirred amongst their green entwined fabric. Given to heavenly lustre like small pale gems. Pretty and subtle in their way of life. Purple stars shine down on golden cups, Delicate frills of white overlook pink hearts. Scattered in haphazard patterns, when the eye seeks them out. Clothed in leaves of different hues. Graceful steps, picked and chosen gently, Careful tread like a slow slow dance. Given to the meadow like a wearer of a gown. She gives a meaning to the colours of its cloth. Green eyes blend with the grasses breath, They catch the sway and ebb like subtle fires. The gentle sway of her curve and dance. A mortal light of a beautiful girl, so framed in the meadows heart. Grass heads anoint her palms, Sensual touches anoint their day. Stars and gems give her pale skin glow. Slim-limbed her footfall gives the path new sound, Head tilted and with playful smile, she infuses me with an ember's warmth. There I watch as she comes near, To touch and gently stroke my hair. My softened eyes fold into hers as the grasses stir around. Her hair lays warmth against my skin. And I am home with her wearing her meadow gown. I love her in her meadow gown.