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Fog spills out on the winter grain

Blanketing the fruit

Of the harvest to come, breaking the news

Of the sickles and plows

And, the work of the rain clouds done



Tired hands, thick and worn

Laboring to satisfaction

Of another years run, welcoming the ration

Of the Good Lords land and love

And, the warmth of the season’s changing sun



Dirty seedlings sprout their beauty

Staking claim again

Of the earth of their parents, eyeing the rich

Of the spirit and hope

And, the mystery of the seasons lesson

And, once again, fog spills out on the winter grain