A Wendell Berry poem to say goodbye to the Enough for Everyone Garden

I. (from Leavings)

After the bitter nights
and the gray, cold days
comes a bright afternoon.
I go into the creek valley
and there are the horses, the black
and the white, lying in the warm
shine on a bed of dry hay.
They lie side by side,
identically posed as a painter
might imagine them:
heads up, ears and eyes
alert. They are beautiful in the light
and in the warmth happy. Such
harmonies are rare. This is
not the way the world
is. It is a possibility
nonetheless deeply seeded
within the world. It is
the way the world is sometimes.

–Read at the St. Lydia’s Enough for Everyone Garden Gratefulness Party on Sunday, October 27, 2013