Pressed thoughts

Images of memories come creeping in
In fallow fields
They grow from nothing
These wildflower thoughts
Springing up
Created beauty
Dreams of yesterday
And moments passed
Pressed between the sheets
Of dog-eared pages
Saved and often forgotten
Then suddenly opened
Come tumbling out
Eager surprise
Reunited like long-lost friends
Finding each other
Once again.
Spirit blows gently
In the passing days
Like a soft and quiet wind
Tender colors
On stems reaching out
As if to say come join us
Here in these mountain fields
Lay back and watch the skies unfold
Casting shadows and the gentle rays
Of sunlight in spring
Like the cherished hope
Of more days like these,
Simple and growing free.

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