Wednesday, July 14, 2010

a golden horse

called Solomon.

The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears.
Solomon is the neighbors horse.
You can call him when you are in the out field and he comes slowly walking.
Yesterday I fed him oats and thistle at sunset.
Everything was golden: Solomon's coat and blond locks, the tall dry grass and I was wearing a yellow dress.

1 comment:

  1. I hope someday "lil' king solomon" will ride the grass valley on "solomon the golden horse".
    (beautiful photos, by the way)