Moose River Farm Blog

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Field of Green

     Good Morning,
     It's mid-winter in the Adirondacks.  So far the temperature and conditions have behaved themselves, moderately.  However, I can't help but crave the lushness of the good weather months.  So much is green in these photographs from six months ago.  It swaddles me like a wool sweater.  The four and two legged companions affirm that I am truly blessed.  As I write the green field is hidden under ten inches of winter white.  I like to think it's resting; recharging energy necessary to foliate back to life.  

 A Field of Green 

In a field of green
My horse and I 
Are free to run in the wind
On sturdy hooves 
we pound the ground
into the future from where we've been

A picture framed 
Through pointy ears
A hazy image of what's to come
We gallop onward blindly
Hoping for a fate 
Meaningful and and loaded with fun

With every strike 
From hoof to earth
Blood is pumped back to his heart
Just look at me
Alive astride 
A living work of art

Consolidation 
Of lever and force
Is the equine physique
In some strange way 
I am traveling aboard
a breathing time machine

For back I go
To days of youth 
where upon his back I played
Acquiring skills of an equestrian 
I remain as such today

In a field of green
I want to ask my steed
"What comes next for us, I wonder?"
But choose instead
"What is right now?"
On which to meditate and ponder

Hurry back Summer!  We miss you.







     








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