the streets are frozen
the wind is howling
winter is here
horses run and play in this kind of weather
they huddle together for warmth
turning their rear ends toward the wind
their ears back
listening for predators
i remember many cold mornings on the farm
walking to the pasture
the frozen dead grass breaking under my boots
throwing Alfalfa flakes out for my beloved horses..
a good memory..
wkm
nashville
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