The path north to the barn,
icy mud slick with decomposing
leaves, as a spent season slips
away under the first scatter
of snow; inevitable change,
constant as the mystery abiding
behind the deep-water eye
of the moonlit gray mare.
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Photo & Poem: Moonlit
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Beautiful description of the nanoseconds of bliss that fill our time with nature. Thank you.
Thanks, Judy. We’re lucky, aren’t we?
Lovely. I can see the light of that moon and that mare.
Thanks, Anne. Love that walk out for night check.
Lovely.
Thanks, Deb.
Impressed with your eye and your camera for always catching that “Just Right” moment showing the essence of the horse. Love Grey Mares-I’m becoming one too!
Thanks, Denise. (Gray Mares Unite!)
You are a beautiful wordsmith Anna Blake!
I enjoy your images too.
Carry on♥️
Thank you Sharon, thanks for the kind words.
So beautiful…both the words and the gray mare.
Thank you, Susan
Makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. =-)
Winter. Meh.