Prairie Dreams
I miss the prairie, and
Her brilliant golden hue
The way the wind whispers through
the Indian grass, and bluestem too
This time of year
She beckons to me—
Come feel my embrace
Walk with me, be free
Deep breath in
Let it out
Chin to to the sky
Sun warms my closed eyes
The winter sun cuts a path
Across the southern sky
Kissing tops of prairie grass
Soft tufts of sleeping seed
Gentle rolling hills
Open skies and daydreams
How do I miss what I’ve never seen:
Endless golden sea
Unbroken, wild and free
Room enough for bison, larks and me
Sorrow is knowing what used to be
The way the plains tribes lived
Before the white man
Parsing the prairie - endless and pristine
Into squares of wheat, corn, and beans
Peace is knowing that she
was here long before me
Or you, or them
And she will be
Sleeping in the soil, even if we
Take all that remains
For our selfish dreams
The solstice sun thaws
As plains wind chills
Balancing forces at work
Carrying out Nature’s will:
Bring the people to me, she says,
I’ll warm their souls as
Blues and greens fade to fire
Feet to Earth, meet me in the prairie
A tingle in your chest
A magnetic pull to this land
She is magic in your soul,
This darkest time of year
Lifting you up and providing what you need
Thank her, sit with her
Listen to her, let her be
MNB | 12/6/2020
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