i dreamed a meadow into being

Welcome, dear friends!

For many citizens of the world, this has been such a sweltering summer. Record heat and humidity even clawed its way into the northern climes where I live.

But before we all start complaining about how cold and dreary the coming months have become, I thought I would preserve a more magical summery place in words.

Won’t you join me? Far away from the noise of modern life. Back to the natural, original world we emerged from so long ago.

Please let me know your thoughts and feelings about this poem. Always love to hear from you!

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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i dreamed a meadow into being

i dreamed a meadow into being

a quiet place of hushed pastels

an endless Eden

of humming bees

and faerie trees

where the warm puft breeze

sibilates the grace of such intention

i dreamed a meadow into being

absent all the scars of man

cities of wildflowers

towering over grasses

and songbirds pass

the days away under the hazy glaze

of Lugh’s gaze midst misty fogs of morning


  1. Alright my friend, I could read this kind of poetry for hours because it has the potential to guide the reader to the place, to the setting, to the meadow, to a meadow like the one I was just transported back to in Yosemite… Bravo! 🙌🏼 #Brilliant 💎

  2. This is so magical. I dream my way into this beautiful place . I will be sure to have tucked away when the harsh winter arrives. 🙏🏻💛💚🌈

      1. This meadow with Lugh looking down reminds me of the Northwest Coast mythology of the raven bringing light to the world. I used to live by a huge meadow and wetland and I often imagined what it was like when Aboriginal people were the only ones living there, so peaceful and untouched.

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