Lord Let Me Remember the Winter Winds

Photo by Lauren K. Carlson

Lord let me remember
the winter winds that blew-

before the crops grew.
For the fields now turned,

for the fog now lifting,
for the day now breaking.

These too, thank you
for harvest. The pheasant hen,

once shuffled over these fields
with her chicks gathered

under her wings. Now they
have grown plumes.

May I too, sleep in the shadow
of the Lord.

May the spilled grain
from an abundant harvest

sustain me, a foraging fowl.
Protect me from the fox

but let the fox be nourished.
Let the coyotes run wild over the ridges.

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