Apr
12
words build in my mind
like clouds shifting and rolling
in a thunderstorm
waiting for the lightning that
turns chaos to clarity
Apr
12
still damp from birthing
foal’s coat embellished with spots
that vanish when dry
The first foal of the season was born last night at Hidden Timber Ranch.
I swear I posted this earlier, but now it’s not showing. Could be a sign that it’s past time for bed.
