a dusted sage meadow
bathed in soft dusks
speckled with
tangerine poppies
as sunlight trickles
through shadowed oaks
on lonely plains
climbing over
rotting fences as
a gentle wind sweeps
swallowtails eastwards
towards jaded mountaintops
peace descending
on suncup plains
lying in the meadow
goldenstars tickling my nose
warm grasses giving me
a bittersweet embrace
lavender daisies curling
around my heart
a final farewell
from the lands
away from the sea
the amethyst mountains
don't call my name anymore
the dawn dappled streams
have soothed my roiling heart
the eastern horizons
have smothered away
as i look westwards
at the golden washed sun
i lie down
a little longer
relishing the embrace
of magenta clovers
and soft goldenrods
pretty backroad flowers
with only one thought
on my mind
i'm coming home