High in the summer,
low in the winter.
Alfalfa is a favorite,
winter wheat will do.
The deer wanders and grazes.
A pulsation of life and instinct.
A primal knowledge of existence.
A wild deep within.
She is approaching the last of the winter wheat. Stepping forward with a tentative and watchful eye. She knows there is someone else out there, but the instinct to graze overtakes her. She will wander on.
Use it to accompany you as you are out wandering on the land. Pack your pencils deep inside and write of the wild that lives in you.
XX wandering beauties.