MORNING IN THE MEADOW

I

Stumbled into the meadow

The silence broken only by a bird

Then

Wind rushed in through the trees

Soul

Released and proud

The Gloaming Forest breathes a gentle sigh

A tender whisper in my ear

While the Sun

Dances with the shadows

The air comes alive

While dew-drenched serenity

Gives way to bronze and amber hues

Shimmering to a misty golden light

All the while

The air is filled with joyous birdsong

It is morning in the Meadow

And I gaze in sacred wonder

(Written 3/10/1979 while in high school)