A Horses Friend

Each morning through the seasons

Grasping the frigid
handle long worn
Gives way to the fresh scent of
cut hay and corn
filling the barn
My foot near the pail
I close the barn door
the harnesses
hanging from nail
Soft sunlight shower the field
Upon the fencing and hedge
showing a luminous
crystalline and flaky edge
she waltzes then takes
to trotting now
steam from her mouth
she stops for a bow
With meaningful speech
she flails her nose
Her morning ritual
she well knows
A horse, so keen
she talks in many ways
A dedicated friend
Through summer
and snowlit days