Today

 Some days I can’t write my novel .. so I write here . 

Today is one of those days . 

Just a thought: 

Saturday : 

I sat deep in my seat 

Feeling the sway of his forward walk 

My legs hugging his round barrel body 

And feeling the happiness at the width

The leaves are just starting to turn yellow 

Hanging over the beaver dam

As we made our way deeper into the quiet backroad

The air has a slight crisp of fall riding through the branches 

And with every crinkle he looks for the foe we might need to flee 

Until we have walked  so far that we are both tired 

And turn home in quiet serenity