Through These Meadows

Through These Meadows

We share our cycle: a scarlet flow,
anticipation again and again, often it brings a cold snow.
But with comes beauty and holly,
the poppy oft presents a peaceful sleep,
but its rest isn’t yet for eternity;
Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Can for once the ticks of the clock conclude,
can the moments that come only to go find within us: solitude?
Sometimes it seems the rose petals grow only to end in abscission.
Cherished petals of cherry pile up as moments in the mind,
frost decides against freezing our petals for eternity;
Repeat, repeat.

Be it hours or days, every last sight is inevitable,
with every last sense, muscles of the heart become all the more penetrable.
There, the valley’s lily finds refuge for its roots:
the unheard sobs, pointless screaming;
the unseen tears, a tear-stained face;
Repeat…

Forever, over and over the cycle comes and goes:
deceit.
a sunflower’s face follows with the sunrise,
an orchid of blue finds refuge for its unique peace.
A flower forest, a fortress for many: red and blue.
Together, let us never walk alone through these meadows.