How Short the Winter's Afternoon

How Short the Winter's Afternoon
by Ken Ailsworth

How short the Winter's afternoon--
How swifly grows the waxing moon.
Wheels spin around, the osprey flies
So fast in deep and azure skies.

The west wind curves the grasses east.
A dragon's bell calls forth a priest;
A horse runs in a field of grass;
Two riders in green garments pass.

A hall of oaks leads from the sun,
And soon a winding course is done.
Above the Wheel, the rising moon--
How short the Winter's afternoon.

Images taken January 28, 2007, on the West Orange Trail, near Apopka, Florida