Catching the Mare
Pasture Musing
March 2010
morning quiet, drifting along,
rope in hand I stumble a bit
over rough ground, marking it,
I lift my boots above mounds
of soft earth,old grass
I wonder about
tall grass that had such promise
but gave up long ago
to lie pushed down by
snow weight, sun's burn
horses feet, soaking water
I believe it was happy to return
something of what once was
to the earth… I'm thankful
the winter sun
the wind’s hint of warmth
the shortened darkness
elusive fox, mysterious coyote,
brave feral cat leave
their tracks in earth too,
next to the grasses
they survive but some, like me
still don’t understand
but gave up long ago
to lie pushed down by
snow weight, sun's burn
horses feet, soaking water
I believe it was happy to return
something of what once was
to the earth… I'm thankful
the winter sun
the wind’s hint of warmth
the shortened darkness
elusive fox, mysterious coyote,
brave feral cat leave
their tracks in earth too,
next to the grasses
they survive but some, like me
still don’t understand
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