The dust will settle on shelves
Slow drifting
Sparkles in morning sunbeams

Smoke sneaks in puffs from stove cracks
Windows steam,
A sparrow sings hopefully.

Across fields comes the cattle,
Muddy hooves,
Outlined on the hilltop sun.

Musty hay is forked in piles
Open doors,
A breeze swirls the dust around.