Poetry

Lamenting in the Meadow

A Poem

Photo by Allef Vinicius on Unsplash

Walking among daisies and echinacea,
grieving the wrong doings in my life,
things I cannot change,
mourning a world refusing to give,
and a herd of does comes bounding through the meadow.
A buck, at the end, giving chase,
stops, raising his head to look at me,
glorious six-point grandeur,
beneath a cerulean sky.
Afternoons like this can negate my lament,
point out small splendors,
temper my longing,
reveal how the simple can astonish.

© Elisa Affanato