day twenty-two: The work begins again

proud horse
strains hard
to move the plow
to break the earth
proclaims:
springtime has arrived!
and the work begins
again

the old farmer
sandy face
weathered beard
jerks the reigns
horse understands
"stop"
they both stand
catching quiet breath
in the dirt field
hard and uneven
anticipating
what this work
shall soon bring

sun bright but
wind cold
more rain soon
birds return
all watched silently
never spoken
but as i ride past
i could see
a smile upon
the face of the farmer
as the proud horse
strains hard
to move the plow
to break the earth
and the work begins
again