The wind has enjoyed tossing the corn leaves high, high into the air
The horses have enjoyed the clear, sharp wind
Running, running, tossing their heads, manes flying
The air so sharp it seems to glitter
Racing up, and back, then over and down. Their hard hooves picking up wee clods of dirt flinging the bits of earth in all directions
Lifting their tails, shaking their heads they race —onward then back.
While watching, T’Ata and Glory Bee, I saw another Sundog in the sky.
If these amazing omens are correct…we are heading toward major cold.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,