Psalm Sonnet 5: A Resilient Hope

Prairie grasses boil in swirling
Winds that buffet obstinate strands
Together into tufts, waiving like
Offerings to an angry god.

But surrounding the old farm house,
Beaten foot-paths still straighten the
Distance from the door to the well,
And around the empty corals.

What expectation will have led
Our grandmother to early chores?