MEADOW MEMORY

Though the fence spoke “stay out”

That meadow was far too inviting

On this fresh bright morning in Spring

The grass was knee deep here and there

With a springy softness to its earth

In a clear spot, lying face down

I saw the tiniest flowers I ever saw

The sunlight made the leaves bright and green

Then just inside a wooded grove across

A field of bleeding hearts stopped me quick

I know not how long I tarried there

But the world seemed to fill with joy

I press that memory into my heart

That I might revisit it from time to time

And now, you also share my memory