AS MOODY GREY SKIES—the kind that inspire a poet to pen poetry—loomed in southern Minnesota on Sunday afternoon, farmers hastened in the fields.
You could almost sense the urgency so late in the planting season.
It was as if time pressed above the earth, folded in the fabric of draping clouds.
Below, farmers stitched seeds into soil.
Hope of harvest in the prairie land.
The promise of spring fulfilled.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling







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