Monday, September 30, 2013

High Meadow - redux

High Meadow

The light is low

Is sinking fast

The clouds ring rising night

Circling round the high meadow

As fireflies take flight

Barn swallows dip back and forth

To summer’s mysteries

They fathom well this coded land

And what we’ve come to be

We sing their song

A breeze of warmth

This melody unclear

“If not for meadow’s cadences

The world would have no cheer”

We cry, we laugh

The time’s been cruel

Her discipline iron-bound

The meadow’s but a gorse of green

While dark baits all around

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