Scrabbling along the hay-washed floor
dimming down the dusty corners
still smelling of the dry harvests.
Horse a little restless in her stall.
Or is that rustle cut from a different day?
Green hayfields full of noisy birds,
mixed flocks foraging in sparking swirls,
hushing down in the green-yellow grasses.
Love pushing into the afternoons,
still evenings drenched with dreams.
|Southern Colorado near Crestone|