the meadow love
morning stroke
light warmth aware
you may see hallowed creatures there
the meadow love
deep in the grass fold
huddled from cold
frost has passed but the day lies open
the meadow lore
hot dry early night raw
refridgerated dawn
the first light thaw
The meadow love
a stones throw from the creek
where the waterbirds speak
tiny valley no soul sees as paradise
The meadow lore
Life a whim not a chore
spreading weed easily
creeping across afternoon underneath
The meadow love
the meadow's warm peace
meadow feast
meadow heat
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