in the morning

*for glittering glory of frost-crusted grass,

*for conversations with cows wearing wooly winter coats,

*for mist stirred by sunbeams on the chilly pond,

*for cold that burns inside my nose and makes my face rosy,

*for large songs coming from small bodies of birds against the blue,

*for the little dog who acts as if she owns the world,

*to the One who does own it, be praise.

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