Familiar Fields

Familiar Fields

Day 6 of 30 Days of Poetry

A view across a field of ripe barley bordered by woodland under a blue sky with wispy clouds
I gaze over familiar fields
With eyes focused on the past,
And if I turn my head just so
I know I'll catch a glimpse
Of those I thought lost.

In that fleeting instant,
Magical space between moments
Where past and present mingle,
The lost are found once more
And I can feel complete.