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.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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