There is a quiet contentment
in winter’s solstice
a beauty in the drab, leaflessness;
a raccoon nestles into a leaf pile
at the woodland edge
thinking I can not see her
she rests following a feast of cat nibbles
stolen in the dark night.
There is reflection in the quiet days
contemplation of past and present.
I trek to the barn and anticipate
the warm, sweet breath of my thoroughbred;
you are late
where have you been?
The week has held challenges
awkward turns of event
now, in the presence of horses,
all fades to insignificance
I am here now
blessed by sentient beings for whom
I constantly wish I could do more
A quiet nicker, an exhalation
a hoof planted softly on the bedding
sounds that soothe the spirit
and warm the heart
Sit still
two hearts are beating in friendship
in the stillness, a head is raised from the haypile
are you there?
I saw a short poem on twitter that made me think of you and the whole farm, you may know it:
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
-Oliver Herford
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Fun Fun Fun! Bet you love to just watch them play!
They are a busy herd, Maggie. And such individuals.
beautiful photo!
Thank you, Vicki.
There is a quiet contentment
in winter’s solstice
a beauty in the drab, leaflessness;
a raccoon nestles into a leaf pile
at the woodland edge
thinking I can not see her
she rests following a feast of cat nibbles
stolen in the dark night.
There is reflection in the quiet days
contemplation of past and present.
I trek to the barn and anticipate
the warm, sweet breath of my thoroughbred;
you are late
where have you been?
The week has held challenges
awkward turns of event
now, in the presence of horses,
all fades to insignificance
I am here now
blessed by sentient beings for whom
I constantly wish I could do more
A quiet nicker, an exhalation
a hoof planted softly on the bedding
sounds that soothe the spirit
and warm the heart
Sit still
two hearts are beating in friendship
in the stillness, a head is raised from the haypile
are you there?
Nuala Galbari
Nuala’s work can be found here: http://www.nualagalbari.org/
This is wonderful!
Anna,
I love this photograph — fabulous photography.
Thank you.
Thanks, Nuala
I saw a short poem on twitter that made me think of you and the whole farm, you may know it:
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
-Oliver Herford
Thanks, Bethany. (It’s never been my favorite month…)
Oh, how I love this picture!!! Makes my heart jump for joy.
(teehee!) Thanks Lorie.