Countryside
Golden beams dance off of chilled stock tanks
Bovine scattered fields with horses among their ranks
Air crisp, cold, and chomping at the bits
Hemmed in by barbed-wire where the scissor tails sit
Mirrored reflections lend colors from the sky
Rolling hills of nature’s tapestry stretch before the eye
The shiver of Winter’s chill still lingers in the air
But driving through the countryside, warms the soul’s despair