Recovering The Lost

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The songs of small birds fade away
into the bushes after sundown,
the air dry, sweet with goldenrod.
Beside the path, suddenly, bright asters
flare in the dusk. The aged voices
of a few crickets thread the silence.
It is a quiet I love, though my life
too often drives me through it deaf.
Busy with costs and losses, I waste
the time I have to be here—a time
blessed beyond my deserts, as I know,
if only I would keep aware. The leaves
rest in the air, perfectly still.

I would like them to rest in my mind
as still, as simply spaced. As I approach,
the sorrel filly looks up from her grazing,
poised there, light on the slope
as a young apple tree. A week ago
I took her away to sell, and failed
to get my price, and brought her home
again. Now in the quiet I stand
and look at her a long time, glad
to have recovered what is lost
in the exchange of something for money. 
~Wendell Berry “The Sorrel Filly”

 

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I am reminded at the end of a long work week in town
-when it is dark and wet and cold
and chores aren’t done yet
when horses are waiting to be fed-
of the value of moments spent
with long-lashed eyes, wind-swept manes, and velvet muzzles.

True, it appears to be time and money wasted.
But for a farmer,
not all gold is preserved in a lock box.

Golden treasure can have
four hooves, a tail, with a rumbling greeting
asking if I’d somehow gotten lost
since I’m a little later than usual
and they were a bit concerned I’d forgotten them.

I remember then where home is
and how easy it is to wander from the path
that always leads me back here.

 

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5 thoughts on “Recovering The Lost

  1. All treasures here in these lovely pictures. They will always continue on in beautiful memories.
    Your equine children beckon to me to caress them and to whisper love
    assurances to them . And — Homer, ‘himself,’ fulfilling his duty, still
    looks cuddly to me….when he’s ‘off duty,’ of course.
    What you have there to come home to every day is where your
    homestead treasures are, Emily. And Dan is surely at the top of your list.

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  2. I so look forward to your posts each day, a peaceful moment in all the noise. That last photo of your lovely horses grazing by the golden tree is my all-time favorite. Thank you for taking the time to bless us.

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