Beyond the Hush
She rests in the hush,
watches as summersaulting remnants
of last fall's brilliance sweep with crumbling footprints
the swirling dirt floor.
Comfort to me always smells
of Bluegrass, Timothy, or Rye
upon which she nestles and listens
to wind's whispered warning.
Crows add cries of caution;
what rankles them today, who knows,
and pony raises his head from a pile of hay;
hears it all. Understands far more than I.
The weekend's chore list waves "get busy"
but summer's fan spins as if to say
"It's time to play, to enjoy this day
as winter's storm is on its way!"
And so we head out, pony and I,
nod to feline as we pass.
We'll be back before the rains descend,
stall doors latched, secured,
but for now the rafters creak
and the latches bang,
offer up barns symphony of joy -
or lament; either way, I'm glad I listened.
by Margaret Bednar, February 26, 2016.
I have been inspired by Maria Wolf of Full Moon Fiber Art to record "Visual Poems". Which would lead one to think a video recording - of course I have to add a photo and a poem so I probably defeat the purpose! I need to remember to turn my iPhone horizontally for a better image AND the "choreography" needs to be improved - I think it is a learned process.
You're invited to Listen: https://soundcloud.com/margaretbednar/beyond-the-hush
* Note - not really rye as it isn't good hay for horses - but it sounded better than alfalfa :)
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's - Natures Wonders - explore the world of footprints" I stretched the meaning a bit I think... leaves are not animal tracks ...
Also linked with "dVerse Poetics - Adventures in Traveling"