Morning Rounds on the Farm

:December:

dogs waiting at the door
cats running last minute through
down the stairs we go
 air so thick and cold
grass so crunchy and white

hear the steer calling?
see the horse come running?
out flings the hay and alfalfa...
love the smell
love ...    the  ...   smell


chip
chip
chip
breaking through the ice on the water trough
gurgle
gurgle
gurgle comes the freed water

here come the dogs again
back up the stairs we go
the warmth envelops us
we are home