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Along horizon’s distant thread appear
cathedrals built on endless, prairie skies.
The spires, ascending heavy atmosphere
with moisture-laden charges, energize
as cattle low concern. Cows nudge their calves
toward the barn before approaching rains—
their steady movement quickens. Rutted paths,
worn smooth from many hooves that cross these plains
in search of food and shelter, now run slick
with mud. The floodgates burst and open wide
to slake the thirst of fields below, soon quick
with seedling crops, the farmer’s earnest pride.
Then, drop by drop, the storm depletes its strength—
cathedrals fall and dissipate at length .
* a Sonnet inspired this afternoon while driving across western Manitoba between Birdtail Sioux First Nation School, where I'm working this week, and the small town of Virden, where my accommodations are. The weather has recently warmed, and I was blessed to see the formation of the first storm clouds on the horizon—there is nothing like watching a storm approach across the open prairie.
pf
cathedrals built on endless, prairie skies.
The spires, ascending heavy atmosphere
with moisture-laden charges, energize
as cattle low concern. Cows nudge their calves
toward the barn before approaching rains—
their steady movement quickens. Rutted paths,
worn smooth from many hooves that cross these plains
in search of food and shelter, now run slick
with mud. The floodgates burst and open wide
to slake the thirst of fields below, soon quick
with seedling crops, the farmer’s earnest pride.
Then, drop by drop, the storm depletes its strength—
cathedrals fall and dissipate at length .
* a Sonnet inspired this afternoon while driving across western Manitoba between Birdtail Sioux First Nation School, where I'm working this week, and the small town of Virden, where my accommodations are. The weather has recently warmed, and I was blessed to see the formation of the first storm clouds on the horizon—there is nothing like watching a storm approach across the open prairie.
pf
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