The Meadow by Danielle Pierre
THE MEADOW (c) 2008 Danielle Pierre Intently, she veers off a path of gloom, wandering into a meadow, soft hue, full in bloom. Tossed sporadically, flowers shading tomorrow , amongst strangling weeds, breeding yesterday’s sorrow; she picks a flower while wandering through, its fragrance familiar, a scent fading; you. A drop of memory falls from her eye, watering soil with days gone by. A new path ahead leads to love, new tomorrow ; she sets down the flower, and with it her sorrow; joyous anticipation accompanies fresh ground; she glances back at what was, as flowers wither; abound. http://daniellepierre.net