Poem 132:

Mountain-Meadow

Silver Lake, Brighton, Utah

Mountain Meadows

——————–

One morning an angel said
you made the day seem like night
when all around you is truly bright

For what a great sin, a loss to you and me
to not see the story of a starlit night
or miss what the morning meadow brings,
to hear a bluebird sing

Within your heart, soft strings yet asleep
eagerly await, the beauty they forgot
enjoy the gift so very bright
before it too, slides softly into night

Morning shadows bring a song
I’m sure the Creator wrote,
of wondrous things, when robins
begin to sing

From within gentle strings,
let your heart truly sing
as the meadow begins her song
remember the joy that it brings

© 2013 by James Spruell All rights reserved

Poem (updated) originally posted in my old site: utahwhispers

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