As I wandered through time,
   I came upon a quiet meadow.
A Nuthatch cheerfully sings,
  trees, grasses and flowers there grow.

There’s a sweet, fragrant breeze,
   scented with wild rose and willow.
And cool, refreshing water,
   trembling aspens teased and gently blow.

Drawn to this sparkling spring,
   trickling amid rock and reed I go.
I drink its soothing fresh water,
   bringing thoughts so vividly aglow.

Many times, I drank this cool, refreshing water,
   in this tranquil and calming meadow.
Where vibrant and intriguing images mature,
   revealing verse and rhyme to know.

Over time,
   this spring runs low.
It seems to stop flowing,
   but for a faint beckoning glow.

As time passes,
   I again venture into this meadow,
To hear the nuthatch sing, smell the scented breeze
   and drink the cool springs’ outflow.

Again and again, I return,
   to this bright springs’ over-flow
of shimmering verse and rhyme,
   fresh thoughts so rich and free to grow.

Thoughts inspiring powerful words,
   challenging beliefs that swiftly flow.
Bringing new and more excellent life
   with a warming vibrance to show.

Satisfying cravings to understand.
   brighten haunting darkness to forgo.
Hydrating a thirsty spirit that’s free,
   with a peace-filling chaos’ woe.

Yes, here, I, a spirit, am at rest,
   in this peaceful, quiet meadow.
Contently sipping verse and rhyme,
   of this sparkling spring's refreshing flow.

Tim Kirby
November 9, 2020