He has walked on from this place. Into memory, this creature of heart and spirit. He can't remember a time he didn't know you, either. Named with a young girl's passion, this colt grew to encompass all that was true, the standard measure dwarfing all lesser things. Such a life cannot stay cramped in a worn body, tied to a shallow breath. Has he gone to wind, a heart unbound? Call out his name. Cry proud tears, for you are his legacy. He is worthy of mourning, worthy of celebration of all you've become in each other. Hold steady that primal moment in half-light just before the sun goes to rest; when gray horses pause in reflection of all that matters most. In that slow fade he will return; the dear scent of his mane carrying you up on a silver-white breeze.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(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. And then I write a poem. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)