Sunday, June 21, 2009

Horse Country on Father's Day

A Blessing

by James Wright


Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

7 comments:

  1. The photo is beautiful and matches the words to perfection.

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  2. Beautiful and I love that last line. I miss having a horse :-).

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  3. Magical. I was transported to that field, touching the softness of the pony's ear -- and breaking into a blossom.
    Happy Father's day to your hubbie!

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  4. One of the most beautiful posts ever at your blog. And that's saying somethin'.....

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  5. I don't know how you do it...Always providing yet even more beautiful poetry and prose...

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)