when Spring returns
I will sit alone,
between budding wildflowers
and tall sweet grasses
in the middle of Ophelia's meadow.
perhaps voices swirling in my head
will be stilled for a time
by the sheer splendor
and the pond perfectly thawed
beckoning an even sweeter
slumber...
© Copyright claimed 2007, Debra Marlar
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