Farm Rhythms and Seasons

photo by Lea Gibson

When I pull open the barn doors,
every morning
and each evening,
as my grandfathers did
one hundred years ago,
seven rumbling voices
rise in greeting.
We exchange scents,
nuzzle each others’ ears.

I do my chores faithfully
as my grandfathers once did–
draw fresh water
into buckets,
wheel away
the pungent mess underfoot,
release an armful of summer
from the bale,
reach under heavy manes
to stroke silken necks.

I don’t depend
on our horses’ strength
and willingness to
don harness
to carry me to town
or move the logs
or till the soil
as my grandfathers did.

these soft eyed souls,
born on this farm
two long decades ago,
are simply grateful
for my constancy
morning and night
to serve their needs
until the day comes
they need no more.

And I depend on them
to depend on me
to be there
to open the doors;
their low whispering welcome
gives voice
to the blessings of
living on a farm
ripe with rhythms and seasons,
as if today and tomorrow are
just like one hundred years ago.


photo by Emily Dieleman

7 thoughts on “Farm Rhythms and Seasons

  1. Oh yes, the connection, the life force of balance, the threads of love entertwined forever………


  2. What a profound example of perfect love: loving, caring for and needing each other…the eternal cycle that should be but is not….we humans are the losers.


  3. And in a barn 1,700 miles to the south, a beautiful face with a fluffy blonde mane and a shining star on her forehead is the first one to poke out from the stalls to greet whomever happens to visiting – and she nickers sweetly when it’s me. You bred the trust and the kindness right into my Nuance!


  4. Beautiful! I love the expression of the loving tradition that has kept going in your family. These horses and this horse life are truly amazing. Thank you for sharing!


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