meadow walking, poetry talking

im a different person

with my feet in the meadow

no fast talking

just slow walking

 

I become softer

kinder

more thoughtful

surrounded by its lush flush of summer

 

the company of grasses

cools my pointed defence

wild flowers

clovers

 

I don't know why im so different here with you meadow

I think its because I feel safe to be me

truly me

vulnerable

naïve

sensitive

quick to feel the pain of others words

 

I think the sharp tongue

is little but defence

practiced defence

 

oh meadow how I love not needing to be fierce with you

when I lay in you

I feel so free

just like that passing bumble bee

 

I love the space you give me

the permanence of you

you fill my horizons with consistency

 

kind

gentle

meadow

how it hurts to see you cut

how I whisper encouragement
 

grow

grow

grow

 

and I shall be here when you're cut to the ground

and I shall pick the prickles out of own foot in mouth

and I shall give you company as you reach

and celebrate with you

when you peak

 

oh summer meadow

your the cycle of life

and want to walk you daily

I do

for all of my life