Deathly Meadows
By Karen Biondich
Streaming
through the branches of the sycamore tree
the
sun shone down on my love and me
We
watched the water flowed quietly
Across
the vast meadows so solemnly
When
down swept a wind from the heavens above.
It
swept down and murdered and took away my love
I
sat there as frozen as ever before
I
watched as my life fled out the door
I
felt a great paint that was building inside me
I
lashed out and struck the great tree beside me
The
tree shook with fear as it fell to the ground
And
I sat the alone, no other soul around
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