Photo Challenge & Poem: Glow

The sun hurries now, eager to be gone. A chill
breeze scatters the last embers of fall, crisp
leaves layer the pasture, enticing as dry toast.
The north wind will take the rest tomorrow.

Naked branches haunt this farm and we
retreat to the barn. The horses have grown
dense coats against the season ahead and the
elders, already stiff, seek corners open to the

light but protected from cold gusting threats.
My own skin is a bit thinner, rosy bruises
on my forearms. I’ll harvest the last of the
season and sort the remains. Words that

failed me. Opportunities that dried on a
branch outside my reach. And worries, torn
loose to the wind, tossed for want of healing.
Warmth will come to this prairie again but

for now we hunker close, shallow-breathing
dry air and conserving energy for the storms that
will surely come. Our nature charges a stark price
to be paid for unfinished deeds, regretfully late.

….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

29 comments

  1. Wow, intensely bleak yet though deathly snows will try to bury our souls, hope Springs eternal.

  2. ” I’ll harvest the last of the
    season and sort the remains. Words that

    failed me. Opportunities that dried on a
    branch outside my reach. And worries, torn
    loose to the wind, tossed for want of healing.”

    I feel the same way, but couldn’t have put it into those exact words. Thank you.

  3. Holy yikes. Well dat’s just a tad profound. Thanks for stirring that which needed to be stirred.

  4. So very beautiful- I love language and you have such a way with it that digs deep into a heart. I aimed for an upbeat week’s beginning, but after reading this, felt the need to wander around in melancholia just a little longer. Those words…

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