Silt and sediment have settled
with the senses, clear water calm
in the canyon, low whispers
of the Solstice among the cobbles,
the easy pulse of our lifeblood
returns the churned edges
of the creek to house-hunting
killdeer pairs, not quite ready
to commit to gravelly real estate,
not quite sure of the shoreline
as we gather for another branding:
little bunch of big calves, slow
dance of old people and horses,
buck and bawl of calves before
the fiery altar of yesteryear.
Beautiful photo! Can anyone ever tire of at this natural beauty?
It reads like you could be taking a break between groups of calves. I can picture you sitting on a stump, perhaps eating a sandwich, surveying the serenity of your kingdom.