Peaceful, Flowered, Meadows
by Lenora Rain-Lee Good

The meadows are quiet today
all the activity has ceased,

the visitors gone, the bees,
the deer gone elsewhere,

I assume the fox and her kits,
pray the birds flew as scouts

for them all. I look at
the meadows, peaceful,

and count my blessings to live
in such a place, even now,

when wildflower dotted meadows
exist only in memories and hope as I

watch the ash dance with the breeze
and pray no embers hide to reawake.



 

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