Friday, 1 March 2013

A poem for the weekend

Horses moving on the snow by David Whyte

In winter
through the damp grass
around the house
there are horses moving
on the snow

in the half-light
they move quickly

following the fence
until the mist takes them
completly

and evening
is the hollow sound of hooves
in the south field.
Picture by Charles Dawley

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