Mead Meadow Dance

Mead made from meadows that bloom in my mind
At the top of tall mountains, whispered with wings
Where honied winds blow with sunshine entwined
And snow weeps down laughing in hundreds of springs
Witches Broom,
River Birch
Bitter Brush
Burdock

Brew it in deep vats, seal it in sapphire
It will bloom in the darkness growing profound
Bubbling with impulse and sure to inspire
It will open vast vistas when we pass it around
Mountain Mahogany
Lupine and Larkspur
Chokecherry,
Currents
Of red

More than just drink, this mist of the mountain
Brings dreams that dance and transcend
Passed hand to hand, all baptized in it’s fountain
Company, fellowship, friends

Sagebrush and Blue Bells
Yarrow and Juniper

Columbine
Aspen
And
Pine


©Edwina Peterson Cross