Me and the big roan, we leave fast.
A long trot to check some waters,
Lope some circles,
Learn some stuff.
The evening is iridescent.
Just before dusk that light, luminous, rises,
Mother Earth lit from within.
Reminds us that her heart will beat strong
Long after we are gone.
A bluebird herd escorts me down the draw
Dipping and diving around our shoulders.
They’re talking about leaving, too.
It’s the time.
The chill is coming on.
Ol’ Roany, he don’t care,
He just likes to go.
I’m thinking South would be a
Except I’d miss all this,
And that glow
…In the evening.