White snow filled pasture,
Against an azure blue sky.
Winter sun making the scene,
Seem too brilliant to be real.
At first I did not see them,
Standing broadside to the sun,
In this blinding winter pasture.
Tonka’s white merges,
With the blanket of white,
Covering their frozen domain.
Seka’s brown roots her,
To the sleeping soil,
Beneath her black hooves.
Motionless they stand,
Dozing in the thin winter sun.
They are as much a part,
Of this scene,
As the naked cherry,
That stands watch,
Over the pasture,
And the barn below.
It is as if,
They had grown up,
From the earth,
Instead of walking,
To their place in the winter sun.
I stand and marvel at their presence,
At how right it seems,
For them to be standing thus,
In a snowy pasture,
Against an azure blue sky.
Michael Fralich
February 7, 1997
