the sound of spring rain
the mute warmth of my horse
My soul was fed today.
The sound of steady rain on the stable roof, the occasional bump of the other horses in their stalls, the scrape of the comb across Drifter's coat.
The scent of hay and horse manure and dust and the wet green world outside.
The chilly air contrasting with the warmth of my horse's body.
The steady rhythm of brushing, combing, scratching, stroking, soothing.
From time to time, when his itchy belly made him uncomfortable, I sang lullabys to Drifter to calm him.
I knew peace today. I lived within a haiku of horses, of rain, of caring for another being with my hands. My soul is full and resting.