Sunday, March 9, 2025

The wind is rising


Sunrise, 
Looking across the farm, 
And another day begins, 
With another day’s minor tasks 
Still calling for completion, 
Even as the world beyond’s in turmoil. 
I reset the clocks, feed the cats, 
Wash the dishes, 
Breathe deep, and look again:
 The sun’s already gone, 
Lost behind a cloud, 
And the wind is rising.

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