wildflowers white crowd the worn old fence
a decadent great oak out back of the corral
grass and scrub stretching to the distant line of trees
along the river
blue sky warm sun
snow still under the oak
a foal learns to run along a new fence
out the gate a trail winds
through budding scrub and down along the river
carragana hollyhocks and dandelions wild
bar the leather-hinged door
missing chinks ignite motes
stirred at her intrusion
of farmhouse solitude
new hinges shine
children and the big old dog
in the yard chasing chickens
pigs disgruntled at the trough
bloomings ordered all about
untamed tangles sheds
and derelict contraptions
in gnarled disintegration
a torn hoof trapped and scored
in the overgrown barbed wire
her tears fall on the barbs
a stag stands unafraid
lowers his head browsing
in the shade of the oak
where grass grows lush
the squirrels rush about retrieving hidden stores
and sitting on that worn old fence, Lucy
__ dreaming
