it was morning
quiet in the meadow
when first i learned to wait.

wildflowers were radiant with sunlight
circular celebrations
creating glorious crowns

the footsteps I heard
were born in my heart
traces of the quiet I longed for

there
i learned to wait,
watching the birth of circles

surrounded
by beautiful meadows
painted golden by morning’s sun

it was morning
quiet in the meadow
when first I learned to wait