Shrouded Meadow

Trapped sunbeams glide

down stacked leaves

far over our heads

& creep slowly toward

shade-blanketed skin;

 

your vision fades, lids heavy

as they resist the seduction of

whispering flame-dyed petals

(a natural bit of Monet

beset by cracked wood),

 

& my hands frolic, bursting

full with poppies & hydrangeas.

Our fingers interweave as my

daisy-chain crown splits apart:

wishes blown on the wind.

 

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