The Clearing
There is a meadow that seems to spring
from beyond trees
in a bordering forest
To many, it is known as "The Clearing."
To me, it's a beautiful place.
full of tall grasses of lavender and gold,
depending on the season.
Its bounty includes colorful wildflowers--
red, pink, lilac, gold, large and tiny
and bird songs to wake the new day.
I wonder: has it always worn blossoms and grass?
Or did long ago, trees, mighty and tall, grow
until they fell to fires and drought
and Time reclaimed their seasonal pass.
It stands alone now, unknown the reason
A many-hued break between the pines
Beautiful and strong
And no one seems to mind
that it has no trees.
February 13, 2023
for "The Clearing Poetry Contest"
by Craig Cornish
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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