19-047z
Before the high
plains caress the mountains
a liminal space of short prairie grass
beckons
As brown grass
brushes above the knee
feeling begins to stir once again
Like fine
sandpaper
polishing away roughness of journey
Where solitude
cleanses life's pain
a balm of God's grace washes away shame
Wind rustles dry
grass after frost melts away
reminds that Spring follows Winter
Silenced places
begin to waken
Meadowlarks of soul return singing
Tangerine sunrises
and peach sunsets
draws beauty out from deep within
Drawing out who I
am
recovering innocence
What was lost is
found
as soak in painted prairie sky
19-047z
#highplainspoet
#westernnebraskathoughtsandlife
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