Pastorale (Blogophilia 27.10)
Steeds graze contently, Watching us ride our race Switching saddles in the diaphanous light Filtering through leaves of gray Crossroads of beginning and end. Love is a temple, a higher law. Did I disappoint you? Bitter taste left in your mouth? Or is the halter pulling As I taste sweet hay? Nay, a stallion I am not. Just a plow horse furrowing the field Sometimes, I wish to share a yoke And a stall at vespers yield. You see far pastures greener Never more than a season, love Share my hay and hold my foal Let us receive the bounty from above. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Topic- Christine Wichman Pic- Dahlia Ramone Pic guesses: Steed (in blog), Plow (in blog), Saddle (in blog) race (in blog), gorgeous, mane, Stallion (in blog), happy Lyric paraphrase is from One.