Meadows of Peace

Hello friends! It has been a while. In honor of spring semester almost being over, here is one of my revised poems for one of my creative writing classes. Hope you enjoy!

Meadows of Peace

I wander through this meadow where the lavender,

larkspur, and lilies grow, their purple shades dotting

the green, grassy landscape, content in their purposeful life.

I roam this meadow, warmed by sunshine, nestled under the snowy peaks

of mountains untouched by storms that try

to weather them down, bare feet softly treading.

I bask in the warm glow of that faraway star

in contrast with the crisp, cool air I breathe

and the breath of wind that flutters over my skin.

I breathe a sigh of deep relief and lay back in the grass,

watching the carefree clouds drift by heading off

to faraway places I only see in my dreams.

I hear birdsong, hear the joyful melodies

of beings who fly and flit between trees

as free as they can be.

For a moment, all is still, and I am part of nature itself.

A door opens and I am ripped away from the sacred place,

imagination spinning as reality bursts back in

and I sit at my desk, bones and muscles aching,

jaw clenched, and the noisy world surrounding.

Pink roses on the shared table wilt, hints of brown

appear on petal’s edges, no longer full of life, but dying.

Thorns prick fingers as I toss the roses out

with any notion of peaceful meadows disappearing.