Morning Meadow, by Amy Champ

Morning Meadow

The light's coming up over the hill.
Out here we will find
the peace of mind
we're looking for.

You empty your dreams into my ear.
Year after year,
at morning meadow--
who could ask for more?

Mornings come and mornings go,
with a hint of dew and lazy fog.
The porch is wide enough for both of us,
and time passes by slowly,
the way it should be.

San Francisco, Fall 1998

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