I’ve gone to the meadow today
like a hundred times before
To shed my hardened anger
And let my spirit soar
The soft winds whisper sweetly
Through pine boughs from up high
A red tailed hawk has taken flight
Red-gold against blue sky
The pine’s arms brush the musky earth
She bends her emerald head
And beckons me to crawl inside
Her perfumed evergreen bed
The tree and I sit, back to back
My blood and her sap
I breath and she sighs
I melt into her lap
—Kimberly Nash
The Writing Life of Kimberly Nash 
Very nice – great imagery!
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Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it!
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Love the poem. It remind me of when I was l little girl. I used to sit on a stone bench in my grand parents flower garden and meditate. Thank you for reminding me.
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I love the image of you enjoying the beauty of the garden the same way I do. I’m glad it triggered a good memory for you. I guess I am my mother’s daughter.
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