Today is Prosery Monday in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ MERRIL provides us with a line from Samuel Menashe's ~~ The Dead of Winter
"I was where I am when the snow began"
Bend Oregon ~ photo by Helen
In the solitude of a frozen field, I was where I am when the snow began. A once-mighty team of aging horses stand side by side. Belle & Dobbin, their bodies bearing the wear and tear of decades spent working the fields on my grandparent's farm.
When we were kids, if we begged long enough, Uncle Billy would hoist my sister and I onto their broad backs. Off we'd lumber, up a hill behind the barn, to pastures they loved to graze. These gentle giants, now retired, carry within them the weight of countless seasons, plowing and hauling heavy loads.
This day as snowflakes gently settle on their backs, they embody the tranquility of their winter landscape. In the stillness of the pasture I sense a mixture of contentment and nostalgia in these aging equines, Dobbin and Bell, enjoying their well earned respite.