Prairie Dreams

Prairie DreamsI miss the prairie, andHer brilliant golden hueThe way the wind whispers throughthe Indian grass, and bluestem tooThis time of yearShe beckons to me—Come feel my embraceWalk with me, be freeDeep breath inLet it out Chin to to the skySun warms my closed eyesThe winter sun cuts a pathAcross the southern skyKissing tops of prairie grassSoft tufts of sleeping seedGentle rolling hillsOpen skies and daydreams How do I miss what I’ve never seen:Endless golden seaUnbroken, wild and freeRoom enough for bison, larks and meSorrow is knowing what used to beThe way the plains tribes livedBefore the white manParsing the prairie - endless and pristineInto squares of wheat, corn, and beansPeace is knowing that shewas here long before meOr you, or themAnd she will beSleeping in the soil, even if weTake all that remains For our selfish dreams The solstice sun thawsAs plains wind chillsBalancing forces at workCarrying out Nature’s will:Bring the people to me, she says,I’ll warm their souls asBlues and greens fade to fireFeet to Earth, meet me in the prairieA tingle in your chestA magnetic pull to this landShe is magic in your soul,This darkest time of yearLifting you up and providing what you needThank her, sit with herListen to her, let her beMNB | 12/6/2020morganbarrett.co Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Get full access to Chronically Candid at morgannbarrett.substack.com/subscribeSupport my work by reading & subscribing to Chronically Candid on Substack at morgannbarrett.substack.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.