We live in horse country here in Camarillo, California, and I see horses every motorcycle ride we take, chestnut, white, dappled, black and an occasional bay.
This is the thirteenth post in a series featuring one of my photos taken from the back of our (moving) Honda Sabre Shadow, paired with words I wrote while on the same, or different, ride with my husband.
Bliss touched weather…
Black new calves
and chestnut shining yearlings
dot the fields.
It’s a 12 hawk-soaring kind of day. (yes 12)
~ experienced from the back of a motorcycle, march 31, 2012~
Thank you for visiting. I wish I could take all of you on our rides with us! Your comments warm my heart and put a smile in my day. And stay tuned for more poetry in motion.