Thursday, October 19, 2017

Fall on the ranch

Last evening after school and before dinner,
Mr. Nielson and I walked miles of fence line together.
We checked to be sure the fences were intact, and the
cattle were in the right pasture.
On our walk, I gathered pretty rocks and examined twisted old limbs
while the sun set behind the mesa.
The air is chilly, and I can't go outside without a sweater or jacket anymore.
The ranch is so beautiful in autumn, with
golden grasses and high shadows.
This morning on my run, I saw two coyotes dancing around the high pasture.
Sometimes in the thick black night, when I lay in bed, I hear
them yelp and cry in the distance.  
I think they know fall is in the air.

Bookmark and Share