Sunday, March 4, 2012

SO FAR, YET SO CLOSE...

It was only yesterday that I saw her gamboling in the woods in an almost wingless flight, mane bouncing in rhythm with the wind and her flagged tail assuring me that her spirits were high. A sparkle encircled her as she navigated the massive trees and their fallen limbs without so much as a horsehair skimming the bark. I could feel her, but I couldn't touch her. I could sense the motion, but I couldn't ride her. In reality, it must have been in the dark hours of the breaking dawn when her beauty, once again, left me awestruck, but in my dream it was a sunlit day. Meadow, always by my side, was also there. I could feel her, but I couldn't touch her.

In memory. Sabrina, Christmas Eve, 2011. Meadow, February 3, 2012.