Spring Ponderings

Spring has sprung. After the prayed-for rain, the grass is finally green and birds that carouse in my bird bath flash brighter colors. The only thing I hate about this time of year is the buckets of winter hair I brush off my horses. Since March is poetry month, inspired by my now shedding horses, with an apology toreal poets, I will share a poem I wrote.

Horses Change Coats

Before winter clouds plump in the sky,
before snowdrifts pile up too high,
before the sun with its bold, bright...