A night so frigid the snow
stopped at midnight, the farm
dark under thick clouds. He
takes a shallow breath, hoping
to warm the sharp air that’s
already chilled him deep in
his lungs. Shifting weight, cold
joints pinch at first light; early
winter when the sun comes
late, then stays low in the sky.
The old gelding waits, his
memory long enough to know
it won’t always be this bitter.
…
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Clinician, Equine Pro Blog/FB/Email/Author/FB/Tweet/Amazon
Perfection.
Thanks, Emily.
I feel that way too. =-)
Me, too. Stay warm, Deb.
I am..and you too! Thanks Anna!
Nice one Anna, no snow yet in Scotland.
But are the ponies wooly?? Have a gentle winter, my friend.
A couple of warmed apples with feed to ease the chill on these mornings. Her age is starting to show.
It’s a hard season for elders all right. Wishing you a kind winter, Kelly.
I know the feeling. But I normally have options.
Besides a nap on your nose in the sun? Wow. (Hi Chaz, hope you and yours are dandy.)