to bless "the meadow"

This post dedicated to Michael,
the last bit of green,
and his faithful companion,
mentioned on his recent post "here".

to bless "the meadow"
by o'hOgain

after the consultations and reviews, a "decision",
how clinical, and sterile the modern mind,
what is the value of a romp across
a snowy meadow, or the song of the cricket
in the early summer as growth thickens
from greening of spring rains.

people do need space, and yes, there
must be room to frolic and roam,
to smell the earth and creepy
crawlers of each season, places for
moving fallen limbs or turning over
rocks to see beneath.

may this place be blessed with
song of lark, hum of bee,
frog's evening melody, and room
for pups like me, who's joy
is bound up in
meadow's sacred
moments.

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"Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.

See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.

Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.

The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me."

Song of Solomon 2:10-13

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Photo i-appropriated from Jack at Slightly Off-Center by way of Flickr.