Down In the Meadows
Down in the meadows the sound of a calling lark
is filling my ears with melodious sounds of beauty
He heralds Autumn's arrival with his brave chirps
and as his tinkling notes summon up the sunrise,
he sings this mellifluous song of old for me ;
The hour changes everything from hue to hue
as I sit on that log that once held our beating hearts;
As a butterfly lands on a maple tree I am suddenly
reminded, of your Autumn gait;
I could almost see your face again
as each hour melts into a contemplative musing.
There in the cross horizon of that beautiful meadow,
the lark quietly flies away leaving me with
indescribable thoughts of you.
December 22, 2022
Sponsor Eve Roper
Contest Name Still-Life Autumn Scene
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