Sunday, January 27, 2013

at the Paddock


just a piece of a poem this time, as an illustrated short story begins to take shape:


So it was on the crispest of January days, as the air left the hills for the tall blue sky                   
that the man was amidst his chores,
into the barn and out as every other day...

Till the horse reared
And slanted her puddled eyes toward the man’s distress...
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