amongst the herd
a solitary
contemplator
Equine Musings
We Don’t Need Any Mittens
but yes it is
cold enough
for coats
They Never Mind
a floating snow
that drifts about
and never settles down
The Listening World
all of creation
holding its breath
listening for the stirrings spring
Preparation
mended fence
the paddock waits
for green grass and grazing
Three
warmth is found
in the company of friends
By the Barn
Hoping for riders
mares stroll the paddock
smelling freedom in breeze.