New Day
A sweet damp coolness
Strange for July
Lies over the farm this morning.
I walk to the box to post
A letter to a friend;
Walk to where the horses
Graze in the south pasture.
Sam has pinpoints of orange neon
Along his ebony legs and flanks
He’s been walking through
Patches of Coreopsis
Curious—He stretches his neck
toward me, nostrils flared to smell
My fresh soap scent.
In the mown grass along the road
A length of tan white rope,
A snake’s discarded mosaic skin,
Catches my eye.
Intricate, fragile, tenuous
Like designs etched in leather
My skin has grown thin too
Mayhap, it is time to change.
What’s Good About Home! 
BEAUTIFUL!
Email me — cheryl at sweetwaterstill dot com. 🙂
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