Calls To the Meadow
Yellow tips of comfort
eye a corner of my sky
Should be holding on
soft skin caresses of sun
coming round once again
Dipped toes in quiet waters
drenched afternoon delight
swans sit still watching
stallions running home
Honeydew dreams drifting
arms wrapped all around
wild visions flap in the breeze
Listen calls to the meadow
come to me and fill her need
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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