Monday, December 12, 2022

M E A D O W

Pages of a history

Blank


Filled


Now, empty


An open meadow 



In your presence


Commanding


Enthralling 


Fulfilling



You met me


On a summer day


The sun


Against your face


My shoulders 


In your embrace 



I was


moved


By you


An Enigma


Like a lingering


Taste



Broken now


Hurt


Displaced


 

We are 


All 


a little Broken


Misplaced 



Yet


Broken Crayons


Still Color


With grace


 © Tridaugh Winston