# Those Sundays

Author: Amethyst Mare
Tags: Amethyst Mare, Arian Mabe, Equine, Horse, Love, Mare, Poem, Poetry, Real Life, Relationships, Stable life, life, stable, stables

#3 of Poetry

One that will be published in the next Civilized Beasts poetry anthology.
My red mare will always hold a special place in my heart.
© Arian Mabe / Amethyst Mare

 **Those Sundays**

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A welcoming shade slants far across

the ruffled air of the stable block,

where swallows wheel and nest no loss

with earthen love, from poll to dock.

 

I brush loose hair from around your girth,

as you nuzzle and lip for treats and more,

and I return to rake and scrape my worth

in wasted straw, then close the door.

 

The afternoon sun is now well formed,

thus I'll take my leave of your bright joy,

while my chestnut beauty stands well adorned

in sweet-scented hay, my learning ploy.

 

She waits far behind, dressed in tack,

sweetheart, hear me: I will be back.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/J1OXOVze
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