This young UConn Morgan really wanted to tell me something!
photo by Roxanne Pandolfi.

My Horse, My Heart
Under a tree, my beloved steed
Earth and roots now hold you near.
Twisted branches scrape the painted sky
With sun to soothe and stars to guide.
My old friend, he is there in the nimbus
Wind shapes his hoof and molds his ear.
I see him in the rays through my window
I hear him in the gust through the flue.
My horse, my heart-- he is near.
My horse, my heart--he is here.
-Helen Scanlon, 7/10/11