Photo & Poem: Cold Front

A flannel barn shirt buttoned but
resisting a jacket, feeling as uneasy
as the horses, hay blown wide,
flighty hooves at feeding time.

A biting wind from the north
held strong through dusk, dark
too early, a chill too soon. Not
warm under light bed clothes but

not wanting to lose even that heat
getting up for a quilt. As if the cool
penance of poor sleep could stave
off change that’s already come.

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Clinician, Equine Pro
If you enjoy this poetry, consider my latest book, Horse Prayers, Poems from the Prairie.
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  1. Lovely, lovely, lovely! I can just feel all of it as I read those lines. You are something of a genious Anna….and the photo is beautiful!

  2. This one really hit home Anna. “My Summer” has been filled with damaging winds, devastating hail, and flooding rains. Obviously this was no respite from the rigors of winter. And now, too soon, I feel the chill in the morning air. Even the horses seem surprised by it!

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