Meadows Of My Mind Poem by David Harris

Outside winter chills the air,
Jack Frost nibbles at your nose
while inside I sit as summer
takes control of my mind.
The sweet scents of flowers
and animals greeting calls
from across the meadows.
The swaths of grass
swaying gently in the warm breeze
and with my eyes closed
I can see it all in my mind's eye.
The sun implanted in a blue sky
with its warmth wrapping itself around you
like a lover's arms would do.
All this and more
my imagination can conjure
in the meadows of my mind
on a winter's day.


18 February 2015