The horses call to me. In the depths of sadness, depression, confusion, when I have turned away from my path, they quietly nicker, they softly speak, until I turn around. When my footsteps have carried me too far, when I am lost in the wilderness of all things, they call to me. They sing the … Continue reading The Song of Equus
Breathing in the fresh morning air, clear and crisp, a peaceful mareReady to munch on piles of hay, nothing to do but enjoy the dayEasy and slow, all feels right, feelings of safety through the nightA nicker, a whinny, her friends do call, beckoning her to come from her stallTogether they wander through the fields, … Continue reading A Happy Mare
Amanda Soper 