the meadow

After I realise your promise
of a sunflower meadow,
existing just over the hilltop,
is only a tease, I feel
flattened, like the trodden grass
beneath my red shoes.

Its difficult to keep these
slippers skipping along
humming to my internal song
optimistic,
these shadows cast
a long sigh,
but I keep on walking.

Beyond the bare meadow
I find something
unexpected,
rusted birdcages, a place
blooming, with weeds
there’s whispers
of spring picnics, once
delighted and tunes of
parrots, they dare to make
my leaves stand up
once more and hum.

Should I start with a cage,
uncover it,
let the life return, for
underneath this meadow
flowers may still bloom, the sun
is not yet shining, my love,
did you simply send me
to this place of promises
that bring, too soon?

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birds, dreams, hope, love, meadows, natapee, spring and sun