13/10/2026
At the fold between the hills
Right where the land turns
and gathers itself
to rise again to the heavens
Where the hares hunker
and watch the moon dance across the sky
I pray for rain
I pray for the soft dew of morning to soften the land
I pray for the hare mother to nurture her babies
Safe in the comfort of long grass
And abundant food.
I pray to the land
To the ancient voices
And I sing
Sing to the wild
Of the endurance of love
And of hope
And of new beginnings
The Sun to rise
And the day to be calm
And for this place to be here forever.