A Soft Golden Meadow -- Poem
Author's Note This one is my most recent poem, written moments before posting it. This poem is deeply personal, and touches on a part of me that I didn't want to see for the longest time. Yet I find peace in seeing it. --------------------------------------------------------------------- A Soft Golden Meadow In my mind there sits a meadow Soft and green as far as you can see Grass the color of joy Flowers white as innocence Quiet as a grave, and just as peaceful There in the center is an old willow tree Its limbs branch far and wide Some limbs Gnarled and twisted Others straight and narrow Its leaves are memories Fluttering and falling Under the tree is her Her who basks in the sun Her who smells the flowers Her who dances with the leaves Her dress flows like molted silver In the field are rats They scratch and bite But not her Her who the rats adore Her who smiles and giggles at them Her who coos at their antics In my mind is me As I wish it to be Her who sees throu...