The Meadow Comes Alive

The meadow comes alive, dressed in colors,
remembering times when love was newly sweet,
with warm red sunsets embracing lovers
whispering old secrets without conceit,

while daisies dance in the balmy breezes,
and bluebells sing their gladsome summer songs;
wild grass beneath the lovers boldly teases 
now or never, love must win before the dawn

of a new day with rules of etiquette
that keeps every role of life in order-
poor and rich and all who are relevant-
to live and work beneath the feudal arbor.

The golden rays of sunset say to run
before your new-found love can be undone!

first lovesonnet

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