Nature
The heart of the meadow
is a solitude of wonder that stretches to the horizon
where a red ribbon offers the awakening dawn
in a paradise of glorious glow
that reflect in my eyes of wonder
Where silence is welcomed
by a mortal soul yearning
for a painted palette of color
that begins at the end of an endless meadow
that lay on the banks of a meandering stream
formed by cascading waterfalls
pouring over ancient cliffs from mountain snow
where a dove is heard as a mist rises
to dance on the leaves of flowers
leaving dew for a gentle purpose
the eastern sky has lit
and splays its rays upon the wet stones
of the lonely stream
to leave a sparkling glow of tranquility
in a tabernacle of vibrant technicolor
where my curious eyes wade into the shadowed lace
of leaves dripping with dew
seeking birds of beauty hidden in an oasis of limbs
like a distant note that echos through the valley
the red horizon becomes a chorus of light
where my longing soul can wander this lonely stream
of fragrant wildflowers
and welcome the gentleness of Nature
3/21/23
contest Writing Challenge "N" words
sponsor Constance La France
Nature
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2023
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