PERSEPHONE

The Forest was alive with springtime. The trees were lush and green with fresh leaves, and the earth beneath rich with moisture and the promise of good grazing. There was the constant buzz of wildlife on the breeze, the birds having returned as the cold winter frosts fell away, and the little creatures of the ground re-emerged from their hiding places.

Persephone herself was not bringing a foal into the world this spring, but the land was full of life regardless. Her children were growing fast, thriving and healthy. Her herd was safe and happy, without the threat of war on their backs. And she was herself settling into the new confines of her relationship with slowly increasing confidence that it would not all be snatched away from her at any moment.

She meandered slowly through the trees, until she reached one of her favourite clearings. It was late morning, and the sun’s strong rays were filtering through the leafy canopy above. Her tail flicked lazily against her size as she came to a halt, resting one hind leg. Her dark eyes gazed upwards, admiring the mosaic above with a contented sigh.

all of your demons will wither away

mixed, bay varnish roan, 14.3hh