The evocative morning call of nature

A dewdrop rolling upon thistle

A brim of sunlight prisms this morning new.

You carried your duties, and I carried you.

I beg of you my ageing celeste

don’t supernova on me.

Do your best.

Youth in my arms

we’ll see this through

You’ll see

Grandad, I see you struggle

in the morning dusk.

Your unshapen back

pains,

it must.

Your clover filled stories

your old farm hands

you tell me things

oh, I wont tell her

I understand.

No history book in this field tonight

She is birthing a calf

Your command

It’s decisive

Yet calm!

In a whisper

And a thrill

A new life delivered

on our wee hill.

Your story now buried in the annals of time.

I think of you this night.

She stands there proud.

on that very hill

And she would call your name

If she might.

And with might she will.