Hail blown sideways by the wind, dark clouds
churning across the horizon, as the horses
brace against the stinging ice pellets, their
noses tucked tight to their chests, running
for shelter. A stark reminder on this hot
summer day, torn leaves stripped to the
ground, intermingled with ice, standing
water everywhere, that seasons so long
awaited are shifting already. That all that
is worthy of love will pass from our grip.
Just as the dark clouds break to a faded light
beyond the edge of view, pale baby-colored
clouds sweeten the sky, the air scrubbed clean.
The whiplash give-and-take of nature deftly
abraded the paint on the barn and my battered
resistance softened to the color of a bruised sky.
…
Anna Blake for Relaxed & Forward
Want more from this horse trainer who writes prose and poetry? Visit annablake.com to see all five of my published works and purchase signed editions. Look for a new offering of poems to be released this fall entitled Horse. Woman.
Powerful!
Therese, you know these storms… Thank you.
We’ve been in a couple of huge hail storms. Car damage, etc. for one in C. Springs area. Quite an experience.
Yes, we’ve been having them steady all month. Kind of one more way this year is beating us up.