Sunday, April 15, 2012

Misty morning with foals

I walked the dirt road along Deer Creek
through days of bright sky, thankful for all,
yet often lost in overwhelm, battered,
waiting for dust to settle.

Today there is welcome, gentle moisture
in the air, and a sprinkle on the ground.
Dogwood blossoms glow in the woods,
a soft light like candelabra, branch held.

Mares and small, nursing foals
decorate the meadow, all day full
of clear life energy and hope.
Watch and see

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