A Midnight Trail

a horse ride

The silvery path of the moon streaked the endless sky of night and from my painted perch of fifteen hands.  I let Bella sip from the cool waters trickling at her feet.  I noted the soft rustling sounds made by springs lavish dress and wondered what native creature scurried from by presences.  Just then the light of the moon spotlighted the small rabbit. I barely had time to smile and my visitor scurried away.  Bella and I walked lightly through the night, even though the Moon rested on my shoulder.  Time had been lost on the trail; despite a faint alarm rumbling deep within. I laughed out-loud when I heard my horse’s stomach rumble as well.

“It won’t be long, your oats are waiting.” I softly spoke as I patted her neck. I could spy the campfire, and even better I could smell the brewing coffee. The day had led us to the ridge-top and beyond and now my nights dreams will compel me to search abet further tomorrow.

Reviews

[Crowley]

There is just something about horses and riding that can capture the feeling of freedom, intimacy, love and respect for nature. This is full of great description and peaceful tranquility. Wonderful read!

[Cherrie Palmer]

I agree 🐎 add a little something special to the journey and really miss having them around.

[barleygirl]

I remember reading something similar from you recently & this one joins that one as a favorite of your realistic country prose writing! This makes me want to do something similar with the many country scenes I come across every day, living beside a huge wilderness. I admire the simplicity of your descriptions, even tho vivid & conveying warmth toward critters (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

Well grab the keyboard and let the country living blossom.

[NotUsinganymore]

Beautiful. Makes me want to walk around my neighborhood in Seoul

[Cherrie Palmer]

Well after your walk grab your pen and paint us a picture

[Tate Morgan]

The most beautiful feeling to ride in the moon light

[A. Amos]

Such a elegant piece of art and while reading your work, I really want to hit the park for run:) Miss the fresh air and feel of viewing trees. Nothing is more beautiful in this world, while being in nature. Great write my friend.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You words whisked me away to an enchanting place called nature… a lovely piece of written artwork.