Meadow of Time

Jerry Reynolds

 

Summer and fall fell in love
Winter, a sweet child cool and fair
Left home for a bluebird
With flowers in her hair
Unsheathed together
On the meadow of time
Spring and summer
Smelling the emotion
I knew you before
But when and where

  • Author: Jerry Reynolds (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 9th, 2021 09:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by Fay and Neville
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 45
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, L. B. Mek
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  • Fay Slimm.

    What an honour to be part of the inspiration for this piece of charming imagery Jerry - - delighted thanks from a smiling me for your very kind dedication.

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Thanks, Fay.
      Somewhere behind consciousness, it all seems to be connected.

    • Neville



      I aint gonna argue with the Lady JR .. I am well n truly honoured too sir .. 🙂

    • orchidee

      A fine write Jerry.

    • Michael Edwards

      Super piece - enjoyed the read.

    • Accidental Poet

      Spring and Summer are my favorite time of year. Well penned Jerry. 😉

    • Goldfinch60

      The emotions that lay within the seasons show us our true lives Jerry.

      Andy

    • L. B. Mek

      'Left home for a bluebird
      With flowers in her hair
      Unsheathed together
      On the meadow of time'..
      like our season's,
      the people in our lives
      tend to have a rhythm
      to their coming's and going's
      some, we recognise immediately
      after a long separation
      other's,
      we're yearning to remember
      even, as they're passing-by...
      (a great write Jerry, and as-ever
      I owe your Artistry, for inspiring
      my little scribbled reply
      thank you,
      what a talent you choose to share)

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Thanks, L.B.
        I am humbled. You do have a gift for writing quickly I struggle with that.

        • L. B. Mek

          its not much of a gift
          the quick, is often - first
          to be forgotten, it seems
          (ask the Hare)
          much better to treasure
          those nuggets - found
          after taking the necessary time
          to pen a worthwhile write



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