January is not the end. Spring is never too far to reach.
Here are some words for your wait.



telling stories through poetry & personal reflections
January is not the end. Spring is never too far to reach.
Here are some words for your wait.
the third poem in our fall collection, Ourselves and the Leaves.
to you & me. . .
We have experienced and endured beautiful days in their own way. We have received, lived, and learned.
We have done well.
At night, we do the chores. Well, Ben does most the chores. He milks Hattie and Marge. I play with Mav and Chester. Ben hands me a pile of hay and then I motivate those little kids into their small house for the night. Ben carries the larger pile of hay to the bigger house-barn for the girls.
On his way, sprinkles of hay fall to the ground. Not enough to look desirable, but enough for our smallest goat, Roxy, to get sidetracked. While Ben carries the big, tasty portion of hay to the house-barn, Roxy doesn’t follow. She eats what’s on the ground. Like her life depends on it. Like there’s nothing more than the scrappy scraps she sees on the ground. She’d rather have what’s easy and immediate.
Continue reading “When You’re a Lot Like a Goat”