amongst the herd
a solitary
contemplator
Equine Musings
We Don’t Need Any Mittens
cold enough
for coats
Morning With Cows
for each one
to low and graze
By The River In July
thirsty fields
anticipate
some much needed rain
Cows In The Pasture
place holders
for a summer’s day
Parallel Purposes
stretched across the landscape
train tracks and phone lines
corn rows and pasture fences
Holding Whatever Is Offered
the pasture
empty of cows
filling with snow
The Haven Of Barns
come winter
they will encompass
my world
Beneath The Wise Gaze Of The Pines By The Barn
during shorter days
amidst longer shadows
we ready for winter
A Question Worth Asking
will they take our coats
and turn them into socks and sweaters
for themselves
Perfect Day
horses graze
as the landscape
kaleidoscopes color
Layers
between
the trees and snow
time hibernates
Devotion To Grey
late February days
when daytime
feels like twilight
The Pasture Transformed
winter’s beach
new snow dunes
hold a frozen tide
The Way
walk along
the pasture fence
every post an old friend
Good Company
the mountain
taken
as breakfast companion
Dahlia in the Daises
bright blooms
autumn afternoons
departing soon
Hues and Shades
morning light
the sky is painted
in clouds and white
Reverie
morning fog
the wide world
is a contemplation
On the East Knoll
lambs gentled the landscape
making space for weariness to rest
Sometimes
the grass is greener
right where you are
Pray
for the peace
in the pasture
to cradle the world
Herd on the Hill
the gentle slope
the tender grass
sweet lazy grazing
Away
far far away
perched near the sky
a pasture and house
watch the world go by
Three
warmth is found
in the company of friends
The Mare
Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.
Perseverance
Although it has been ages
since the corral gate has kept anything in or out
it still refuses to let go.
In Place
An open stretch of sky, grass as soft as velvet
the wandering Connecticut River within reach;
all is well, God is near.
