The Magnificence of it All

It is 21 degrees on the farm this morning.  

The back frosted black cows

 Stand in silence by the corral gate

Waiting for us 

To haul them a bale-de-jour.  

There is a mauve whisp of clouds 

Pinking the marsh, 

It's cattails frosted. 

All is still.  

You are here with me.

I hear your words lingering

In our brain.

We have said our morning prayer

The heat from the wood has set

A tone through the house

Warming us enough

To dress in the first wool of the year.

Let's collar the dog and go out into the day.

I'll show you around, though you've seen it all before.

But, today we'll point to the magnificence of it all

Together.

                                                                               -Ron Crete, Callaway, MN