November Pasture Bliss
by Anastasia Savage Ealy
Title
November Pasture Bliss
Artist
Anastasia Savage Ealy
Medium
Photograph - Print
Description
AKA: "Scuse Me While I Kick the Sky!)
Poem:
November
Pasture Reverie
Brilliant October leaves, cadmium yellow against autumn blue heaven,
Now russet, light sienna strewn along the country road
Where I lead the mares t pasture.
Their hooves� percussion on packed dirt and gravel
Sound hollow with two separate rhythms stepping double 4/4 time.
Sweet woody oak and an earthy rose fragrance rise from the sun warmed brambled tree line.
I release the mares to freedom. With tails raised like praise flags,
They gallop in exuberance and joy, exploring their new high country pasture
And stop frequently to tear mouthfuls of grass whose green still lingers after many freezing nights.
As the mares relax into serious grazing, I recline against a gentle slope of sweet grass,
With all time and cares suspended�released to the One who handles them best,
I gaze at the snow-covered high places remembering: �He makes peace in His high places.� Job 25:2
Thus, the high places belong to the Lord�from whence flow the rivers of life.
I lie snug against the earth listening to the faithful stream singing its way
Down from the high places lake which lies nestled beneath the white, true �horn� peak.
Childhood memory of reclining in fields of green, contemplating cloud faces,
Bubble up to mind and burst into the present pastoral reverie.
This child is content with God�s leading and my leading the splendid painted mare,
With her captivating sapphire eye, and smaller bright bay,
To bask in warm November liberty.
The pinto reclines near me and rolls with joy, her feet to the sky;
And timeless serenity embraces us..
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November 12th, 2013
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