Countryside

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