Water changed worlds

Long days of wind and rain close our dry summer.
Hurricanes tail lashes us half heartedly beating rain against the windows,
rocking the buildings almost gently as if to reassure,
but the rain is relentless.
The cattle now stand silhouetted against a new lake
as if beached.
New shorelines
Holly and Alice are missing this morning;
eventually to show at the top of the marsh.
They pick their path gingerly
coming down to the trough to feed,
cantering when they meet firm ground.
Girls on firm ground
This afternoon I coax the quad across wet ground
to collect two hinds
picking up speed only when sure of my way
where there is no path.

freedom from rain


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