dVerse Poets – Prosery

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Walking the leaf-strewn path, the sounds of one season disintegrating under my feet; above I feel the feathery white flakes out of the ninth-month midnight. It’s an early winter surprise, but I take joy in the chill. A fresh white blanket covers my western view this morning, and the ranch animals will be hard to wake. Cold breezes greet me and I don my well-worn parka that’s seen better days. Multiple baby goats yanked at the nylon bringing to view the downy lining and there are stains of cows’ cud on the sleeves, but it’s still warm. I greet the horses and stroke their warm muzzles and long necks. They always like reassurance in the morning. Only chickens and ducks are noisy demanders for their breakfast. Ranching is the only life for me, relaxing and rewarding.

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Prosery: Walt Whitman & the Voice of the Collective Imagination

26 thoughts on “dVerse Poets – Prosery”

  3. “It’s an early winter surprise, but I take joy in the chill.” And indeed you make us feel, live that joy, with the simple putting on of a parka and the welcoming nuzzle and noises of a morning after a fresh snow. You used the given line so wonderfully, Cheryl. Truly a pleasure to read. 🧡

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  11. Spent huge parts of growing up on my grandparent’s large farm. I love your Prosery, how it brought back so many memories. Well done and ….. Thank you.

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