
Winter Range
On wind swept cliffs they calmly graze
Searching through the rocky maze
To find summers grasses now bent and dried
Among the rocks it tries to hide
Ridge snow rimmed and clear blue sky
Creaking pines and a frozen river sighs
Winter eagles search for food
And coyotes yip at an early moon
You will not see them in the summertime
They seek the coolness of the canyons sides
Like ghosts they move in the fog and haze
So is the wild horse’s winter range
Poem and photo by: Tee



