Prayer For Earth

Last night and owl called from the hill.
Coyotes howled.
A deer stood still nibbling at bushes far away.
The moon shone silver.
LET THIS STAY.
Today two noisy crows flew by,
their shadows pasted on the sky.
The sun broke out through clouds of gray.
An iris opened.
LET THIS STAY.

Myra Cohn Livingston