Familiar Meadows

The pollen once filled the air
My eyes turn red and blue and mostly yellow.
And the grass that’s damp and cool and bare
The clear blue sky seemed infinitely mellow

That soreness that ached a good ache
After running what must have been a mile
My breath is gone and I begin to shake.
My laughter echoes all the while.

My home so welcoming and my bed so warm
I sip hot soup and stay up late.
I sleep through the long-lasting storm.
I wait and wait and wait and wait.

My eyes here on the familiar meadows
I knew so well and dreamed so deeply.
The colors blackened and the lake is froze
Lanky branches that rattled so bleakly

Where is the cured sky I once knew?
The sky became ill and dreary.
I can’t bear it, my eyes on my snow-covered shoe.
My eyes watering and my nose becomes teary.

I need your reds and blues and yellows.
I need your living blue tent.
Where have you gone, my familiar meadows?
With you, my soul also went.