Wind Shine

A poem and pictures to make you smile.

A Precarious Night

Whistling a warning
the winter wind
whooshes down
Cuyamaca Mountain,
fast as a high-speed
train. Squirrels and
rabbits huddle in
their holes. Tree
swing rocks n rolls.
Manzanita twigs
shake their Mexican
maracas. Giant oaks
dance the rumba.

When the sun comes
up our horses aren’t
in their pasture. I worry
they’ve blown away,
but then discover
Jerry put them
safely in the barn
before the fray.

Jill G. Hall

Published in The Avocet, a Journal of Nature Poetry – Winter 2016

Where are the horses?

Do you see the barn?