From the archives – While Driving in Warwick, New York by S. Thomas Summers

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While Driving in Warwick, New York

There is the silence
I covet. A white mare
deep in her meadow,
wading in the shade
gifted by a pair
of stout oaks,
their limbs twisted
together, rising
and rising above
a rail fence.

The mare swishes
her tail, twitches her
ears at the flies
that love her
even more than I love her;
yet, she cares only
for the apple
nestled in the tall grass
that hides her ivory hooves –
only for the apple,
and I envy her.

from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, September 23, 2015 — by S. Thomas Summers

photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

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