Poetry in Motion

The nostrils of a racer are like petals of a rose…the neck is an elongated wave from which floats brilliant ripples of silken mane…the ears, inward pointing, are lilies in trembling water, and the whole body of the mythical, yet fleshly, horse sways with the supple strength of wind, sun and sand.
– unknown Arab poet
Photo of the Cowgirl Yoga herd being turned out to pasture for the night – always a breathtaking sight; and a sunset silhouette at Bozeman horsecamp.