Walking To The Barn
Walking to the barn
in the cold blue twilight
of this wintry day;
the water bucket steaming
to make warm mash for our toothless horse.
The horse is older;
the bucket heavier with the passing years.
We duck beneath the breeze-supple branches
of a young cedar seeking the
open light of the trail.
Its green brushes us as we pass,
Mall stops and whispers,
"To be touched by a tree is a blessing."
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Tom Jay
The Blossoms are Ghosts
At the Wedding
Empty Bowl
2020
