I start to lose winter’s weight as soon as
heavy chore boots are taken off
replaced by new Airstep Nikes.
My feet fly to the upper pasture to check
for fresh grass… grass that shimmers
more green than the Emerald City.
Overnight, the wonderful wizard has
visited the farm. Like magic, tiny buds
gleam on last week’s bare branches.
I take one more look at the creek
plunging below. In a few days
new leaves will curtain this scene.
I want to buck and snort
with the horses, shed winter
like they shed their coats,
then gallop through the water
splashing… splashing… splashing
make rainbows in the Springtime sun.
From Celebrating the Heartland (Jericho Productions, 2009).
Used with the author's permission.
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Linda Lee (Konichek) is a textbook author, entrepreneur, and former teacher who has always loved poetry, horses, and Wisconsin--not necessarily in that order. For the past twenty-five years, she has raised Morab horses (a cross between Morgans and Arabians) on a 114-acre farm in Eagle, Wisconsin; her poems tend to reflect the every day miracles that surround her there. Learn more about Linda at www.jerichocreekfarms.com.
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