The Clearing

My mind foggy with too much stress, I chose to saunter along and imagine pastoral scenes that I had seen. I dreamed of fields and meadows all in green, painted with the colors of the multi-hued perennial Spring. As I walked, I felt my mind easing into a comfortable stride with me. We passed a calming stream with fish and frogs and dragonflies. Each bird sang its soliloquy and I had only tranquil happiness, peaceful rhythms, and floating clouds that billowed and shape-shifted with the wind, so grateful that I had found the clearing. 20 February 2023 The Clearing Poetry Contest Sponsored by craig Cornish