12/22/2025
Winter arrives softly,
with frost on the fence rails and silence settling into the fields.
The solstice pauses the year—
the longest night,
the deepest breath.
Horses stand steady in the cold,
manes dusted with snow,
eyes calm, ancient, knowing.
They don’t rush the dark away.
They trust the turning.
In the stillness, peace isn’t loud.
It’s the slow exhale of steam from warm lungs,
the crunch of frozen ground,
the promise that light always returns.
May this season bring rest to weary hearts,
strength like a horse in winter,
and peace—
quiet, grounded, and true. ❄️🐎