Photo & Poem: Flight

So still the herd, taking rest with soft flank to muscled shoulder, as the light shifts cooler. One nose lifts to the scent of rain coming on the breeze, the slow boil of clouds forming dark to thunder. Beyond the tree line, a slow crush of fir needles, padded footfalls and hushed birdsong. You cannot feel the … Read more

Photo & Poem: Burning Snow

  Nature swats at the pasty insects fussing with watch stems, adjusting mechanical time. Taking one hour, exactly sixty minutes, from one edge of a day and self-importantly tacking it to the other, a legal act lost on horses, who keep time by the feel of the soil, bucking wild at the scent of green … Read more

Photo & Poem: Lead Me

  The horse’s eye curtained by his forelock, his ear turns to stare back as we walk in matched strides, left hoof and left foot lift ahead, our weights land and shift to the right, part of us on solid ground, part swinging just above. Don’t think; take no notice that will alter the rhythm … Read more

Photo & Poem: Explain the Sky

  Restless eyes behind closed lids, the early hours lay flat, dull to these scurrying thoughts. Rise to use the bathroom and the dogs do not stir. Pull on a barn coat and muck boots to go out and walk the farm. Keep to open ground, small steps feel for uneven earth, head dropped back … Read more

Photo & Poem: Let Down

  So convinced of her isolation, she had become its primary cause. So exhausted to chance, she had retreated to a fine-tuned invisibility. So work- hardened by test, she had proven she could carry the pain. Better to be alone than a fool. Held apart so cold lack seemed a choice instead of a failure. … Read more

Photo & Poem: Finding Voice

  “Curiosity is a sign of courage,” she said, hushing my correction. Bright praise for my colt chasing her dog along a fence line. That colt grew old and died, funeral respect gladly paid to a fine mentor, and now that mortality hangs around my ankles, I’ve grown stubborn, looking both ways before ranting, not … Read more

Photo & Poem: Her Return

  Lawn chairs got tossed, doors banged and windows rattled. She came back late, maybe even drunk. When I ventured out just before sun up, the ground was damp, small twigs and branches littered the picnic table. A surprising barrage of bird chatter; it’s been so quiet without them the last months but they were … Read more