Yellow solstice to blue. I’ve lost
count of the seasons. Was that
the year of the big blizzard?
Or was it after the old gelding
retired? These are the thingsthat I do remember: The quality
of the air from the back of a horse.
Bittersweet light easing to dusk.
And a certain plain comfort that
there are chores to be done.
Life Happens: The Unplanned Dismount
“I owned horses for 20 years until divorce happened,” the reader said, asking me to write about it. “I think they are the only thing that kept me sane and leaving them was the hardest thing I have ever done.” The reader said it was literally a matter of life or death. I believe her … Read more