AN AUTUMN MEMORY
One left foot in the stirrup and over I go.
Down into the saddle, but nice and slow,
avoiding the shock of a nasty thump
to protect his spine from shoulder to rump.
I gather the reins and start to plan
my ride today.
The colours of autumn surround me so
I must decide which way to go
to take advantage of all these hues
of wonderful colour.
He prances along, tolerant of my
sniffing and gazing, for he knows full well
at the end of these woods he can let rip
and gallop like hell, wind under his tail,
until we reach the end of the trail.
Both hot and exhausted we wend our way home.
We have both been blessed, in our separate ways
to enjoy one of those magical autumn days.
November 2022