Rooted too long
Glass between me and the
World.
Blue glow,
Back lit in golden light.
I step out the door and smell
Awakening earth
Baby hay, green and sharp. I am
Waiting for the day that a whinny will greet me.
Waiting to see the world between two ears, again,
Waiting to change my perspective for the better.
Put Out to Pasture 
Oh that’s a sweet picture–and I so understand this yearning.💜 Good to read you again, MaxieJane!
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Thank you so much! It’s nice to be back!
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Gorgeous poem, Max, filled with that exquisite longing the blows in on Spring winds. xx
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Thank you❤️
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